The blue ones make me happy...
The green ones make me calm...
The white ones keep me level...
And I forget which ones are wrong...
The orange ones help me focus...
I'm immune to how I feel...
I'll soon be all alone, and have nothing left to steal...
That bottle on the shelf, I can never touch again...
Why do things that make you feel better, usually involve some sort of sin?
I'm careful what I wish for, for it may someday come true...
When I shatter on the floor, all my pieces will still love you...
2 comments:
Looks like you found a way to vent it. I write sad songs when I get depressed...yes that's right. Even I get depressed sometimes. I love you bro. Great writing. We should turn it into a song!
Friends,
Eric
Don't be hating.
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