I remember colors
Spilling through the windows
Rolling in like water
Flooding in my room
And I wondered where I had been
And cared if I should breathe in
Or out, or in some rhythm
I wanted to live
But I always return to the patterns of paper on my wall
I stare up from the floor, counting the hours while you're gone
Now I don't think i want to die
She said
Don't you go believing
There is no distinction at all
My heart is the real thing
I'll bleed to show your mind is not lost
Now I don't think I want to die
You are what I ached for
When I was away