Painted faces look my way but they all seem to turn to grey
Days run by they don't feel new not like the ones that included you
At times it don't feel real at times it makes me squeal
Things to do and someone to be
But nothing feels that important to me
The monochrome skye blends in with the ground that holds me close
The scarlet face that makes me feel the most
And the eyes that felt like home
I tried to go on a walk to clear my mind
But all it's proved is that I've clearly lost mine