Silly you, for thinking all was Dandy with skies of blue. Donβt ever let it happen again.
My eyes are a gorgeous shade of green, Thanks to the redness that swells behind them Kind of close to the redness I hold somewhere else
Would that burn be quickly erased? Without a trace? Probably not. I lay here and shake And shake, and shake, and shake. Until everything I have thatβs good, is gone.
Hungry, with no effort to move my mouth Tired, with no desire to sleep Cold, with not wanting any kind of comfort
Choke, cough, cry I canβt even breathe right Donβt know how to calm down
Ring, click, spit I wish I could forget it Itch, sniff, shiver