I've been here before.
The grass is so withered.
Can't reach anymore.
To heavy to wish.
Is there a place on T.V, where I can find the reasons why you call me blind?

Am I praying to the voice in my head?
Am I laughing at the tears ahead?
Am I looking at you?
Am I deaf for your kind of songs?
Am I blind for your favorite shows?
Am I tired to take a stroll, in this coffee table bookstore>
Am I that scared to take this role?

Here have some glue.
One day you'll find its use.
Because here's another promise. Don't worry.
You're about to lose what's useless.