There are some things that I just can’t put out of my head
No matter how often I forget them
And at the strangest times
I’m reminded of mistakes I’ve made
And how I may pay…
Though I’m no longer afraid
Cause I see the world through the grey tones
And an acceptance of dried mortar
Grass will grow yellow with age
And be cut free and fly away
Just as our souls may be free at last
My mind is a kite
In a fight with the wind
And mortalities strings who use my dreams
As their weapon
At the strangest times the beginnings will return again
And I am not sure if I should praise or regret them…
Though I’m no longer afraid
Cause I see the world through the grey tones
And an acceptance of dried mortar
Grass will grow yellow with age
And be cut free and fly away
Just as our souls may be free at last
I wanna blow up and throw up
All at the same time
I wanna show up and act tough
But I want you to see me crying
Am I dying?
I feel like I’m dying…
I’m no longer afraid
Cause I see the world through the grey tones
And an acceptance of dried mortar
Grass will grow yellow with age
And be cut free and fly away
Just as our souls may be free at last