I want to be okay
I want to be normal
I want to be loved

But I’m not
I’m not okay
I’m not normal
And I’m not loved

But that’s okay
It’s normal not to be normal
It’s okay not to be okay
It’s lovely not to be loved

I think

I don’t want to cut myself
I don’t want to feel bad
I don’t want to get worse mentally

But that’s fine
Its normal to cut myself
It’s okay to feel bad
It’s lovely to worsen my mentality

Its normal
Its okay
And its lovely

I’m normal
Okay
And lovely

I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.