I keep lighting up this green, So to induce the serene. I keep using others, What some might call lovers. I do what I need, when I don't want to plead. 'Cause doing these things, Just to please myself, Even stroke these strings, Keep me away from the topmost shelf. I live my life high, Until my eyes run dry. What's in my grasp, I still can't reach, Cause even if I touch it, it'll just be bleached. Like black in my veins, Like death is my blood. I'm unnaturally blind, with my face in the mud. And who am I to know what happens then? Hell, I don't give a ****, I don't have any friends.