I don’t wanna call out, but still waiting for some chance that I know I’ll never even take.
“Someday it’ll all be fine,” something I haven’t said in a long, long, time.

“Just get away from me,” snake tongue spitting venom words, sharp gaze stabs into me everywhere I go.
Even still today, these wounds don’t seem to bleed freely.

The things I want you to know, don’t really have any words that’re right to use.
Blue and pink swirl in my head with mosaics of yellow wind.

And these feelings that I just can’t tell goodbye,
Are so troublesome, drinking up all my extra time.

Am I fine?  Am I okay?
Can I just sit here all alone today?
Because I’m fine, can you stop worrying, and forget about this me?
The tears are pouring out, it’s flowing paint from these earphones I wear.
I wish that you could hear it too, maybe not, wondering if these things are what I want you to know.

I don’t wanna need it, orange and grey skies, the shine hides your thoughts which dance across your face.
Won’t have the need of it, keep your feelings secret, ‘cause I can’t tell you why.

“Just get away from me,” when people hurt me so, I break into small pieces of relief.
Even now today, I happily do as I am told.

The things I want you to know, don’t really have any words that’re right to use.
Black and bright blinding my head with static sounds of dying wit.

Assurances that I will reach the next side,
Are so tiresome, manipulating me with lies.

Am I fine?  Am I okay?
Could you maybe sit by my side today?
Because I’m fine, I just thought that why not, don’t pay too much mind to me.
The music’s pouring out, bleeding paint from these sun glasses I wear.
I hope you can hear it as well, probably, attempting to somehow get you to know all these things.

The sun which glows so hot is warm enough.
This acting is what keeps me standing up.

I try so hard to put all of my things in pretty words.
It’s not like they even mean anything, and so why then…

I am fine.  I am okay.
Can we watch the world together today?
Because I cry, will you listen to me, and quietly let me speak?
The words are pouring out, slipping paint from these safe shadows I wear.
I want you to hear it by me, I will try, even though I know you’ll never come to understand.

One day I will climb to the night, and sleep while the stars fade away.
Until then please stay here with me, and just ignore all of these things.
The words are drying up, rusting paint from irrelevant dreams.
All these things, all these things, I’ll continue with them, with you.