I guess it's really over now
Something I never thought I would say, but I always heard it said
I found myself trying to grow roses from thorns
Trying to feel loved by someone whose heart I dug deep into, only for it to be hollow
My friends all called me crazy, watching me hopelessly trying to rekindle a flame in a downpour
To my mistake, I found the storm had already extinguished our spark
I wasn't crazy, just crazy for him
He was one of the greatest illusionist I knew
He had everyone deceived he had everything he ever desired
Yet there was a hidden incompletion in him, and it's silhouette looked like me
We lived in a World gone colorblind, but still I saw every blue within his bruising soul
Maybe I couldn't make sense of him, because he couldn't even understand his own self
Even now while I'm a prisoner to oblivion, I still believe his heart still longs for mine
I knew from the pigment in his steps walking further and further away from me
Never had I seen footprints so blue