Colors change slow,
wait for you to fit the flow,
but you stay outside the lines,
and you hate your own kind.
Anybody with anything to give,
isn’t good enough to make you wanna’ live.
You seem like you have resentment,
towards the mother in the sky who sent me.
Come down to earth to lift up your wings,
it ain’t over till’ everybody sings.
This is an issue between you and me,
but it’s something so clear that everybody sees,
so if you’re not okay with the public
then you better watch your Q’s and your P’s.
That’s how we play that little game,
but if you plan to blackmail it as the same,
you need to reexamine everything gathered for your gain.
Colors change slow,
but it takes so long for you to grow.
Now, girl
you're too smart for these mistakes,
not the kind of s**t that everybody makes.
If you think you think can fool me
with your fake displays,
for me to play
back in my head
over and over and over again.
And I wish so much that you could see its time to go,
but sometimes in the hustle
you move so slow.
Like, Damn,
what’s going through your head?
It’s half past noon,
and you’re still layin’ in my bed.
I occupy my time of day
finding hidden meanings in the words that you say.
But for me it’s all the same,
do you drive me insane or is there someone else to blame?
I can’t figure out any real reasons,
cant put my finger on it when you change like the seasons,
Your state goes through fundamental change,
everybody says you’re unique but you’re really just strange.
Like colors in the leaves of a tree in early autumn,
but it’s hard to see the end when I’ve hit rock bottom.
Now, colors change slow...
And I’d really love to leave but first I’ll need the keys to my soul.
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