My eyes are changing colors and I don't look the same
Gone are my friends, they were once brothers and there's no crook to blame
Lumo's evil mother struck down her daughter and then she took the rain
An author yet to be discovered sits in silence and writes his book in vain
No one knows his name
But just as he starts to cry, he closes his eyes and sees what's really true
You don't need to be high to know that the sky is merely a reflection of you
My smile, it keeps on fading as the colors from a lot I drew
Relationships degrading with people who I thought I knew
Now Vesta escalating, no more raining, the fire split right through
Narrow with no hesitation, human domination, his isms stick like glue
Grey clouds before the blue
But just as he starts to cry, he closes his eyes and sees what's really true
You don't need to be high to know that the sky is merely a reflection of you