the colors are bland
yet still leave me scarred
people will talk
but won't show you who they are
i feel watched
i'm always in fear
my mind is yours
and it's crowded in here

separate,
can i even separate?
is it love or is it hate?
aren't they one in the same?

seperate,
can i even seperate?
is it my own will or a game?
maybe we really are the same

you don't think what i think or feel what i feel
but i don't know that at all, and i don't know what is real
you say your heart is blue, when it's really teal
i no longer know you or what you conceal
you have a certain zeal
that's really fake
believing you
was my mistake..

..separate?
can we even seperate?
going back to you is my fate
is it love or is it hate?

separate,
can we even separate?
will you give or will you take?
was it really my mistake

..will we
ever
separate?