Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

you say i'm impassionate
and i'd agree
nothing seems very worth the time
my future is kinda dull
and no i'm not suicidal
but let's just say in my brain
there's a game of truth or dare
but all the truths are hurtful and the dare is to see if death hurts more or less
and in this round well...
the choice became a ****** mess…

There's a stranger in my head and the mirror
i know its not me
there's no way that its me
glazed eyes staring back
pale skin, cried for days
its not me
i'm watching someone else's life
ghosting
or sometimes i wonder if i exist
there's a part of reality i can't find
has anyone else realized life doesn't exist
we could run away and never cone back
whatever we do doesn't matter
i'm a ghost that sees farther than the sky
i feel trapped in an open daze
w h e r e a m i

Imagine what life would be
A flightless bird waiting to rise
Masking a world you don’t wanna see
Living in your head from a clouded view
Only knowing your tiny little lies
Not knowing you are who you’re supposed to be
Ever day of your life seemingly normal
Living life as an ignorant bliss
You don’t know what life would be

Morning sun
Shining moon
I dare to say this is love
you are taunting
you are teaching and all knowing
and when things come to push and shove
you are mad
but this time you are free
i no longer think you are haunting
my sadness is finally dim
morning sun
shining moon
i dare to say this is love
but i sure am glad
its with him