It can't be the best time for feeling this way
Losing daylight, skin changing colors
Unhealthy shades of red sit between us
I can't move it
What am I without it?
Can't be the best time for feeling this way
Losing daylight, skin changing colors
Unhealthy shades of blue sit between us
I can't move it
What am I without it?
Am I making this up?
Is the pain even real?
In time will I grow
Will I know that I've loved myself enough?
Or does it come like the wave?
And does it leave like the moon?
I know you'll feel better if you tell them
Crawl out of your skull and tell them
Why wouldn't they want to know
My skin changes colors?