What a situation
charcal colors hide the water mark
omnious clouds can steel the sun
the day you dared me to outrun
I'm the shadow of where you stand
I take away from your neverland
The sound alone is enough to let
my flower go, the one that refused to grow
the sound alone is enough to make my mind percieve
visions that are better than you believe
a silhouette of some time
where our skin would break amends, the shilouette of pretend
you're just a wind that breezes by
you're just a feeling that will die
too busy in a world inside yourself
painted with charcol colors
I'll keep my water marks