Remember when I was on fire?
Well, my soul grew cold.
I felt all the passion burn out.
Now I feel dead at my core.

No-one should live like this, right?
Though I'm not sure I even want to.
I have to write now to feel something.
So I could share it with you.

I know I'll lose it one day but for now,
I need my passion back.
So passive I have been,
Seeing in white and black.

I need words and emotions.
I've started looking today.
I need music and colors.
No more of all this grey.