It comes from within
It doesn’t hurt to begin
It never leaves you
Although it paints blue
We symbolize it with red
As if it makes it less dead
And we believe
If we feed
We can be stronger
Than the somber
Feeling of being alone
So we sit back and groan

It leaves like a snail
Traveling the straight retreating path
Every 7 years our taste buds change
I wonder how long it takes for my heart
To replace itself
So who’s to say,
You can’t be replaced too?
You replace yourself over time so why can’t I?