"I'd like to hear the words you'd say

I mean if you could speak of course

your kind it seems lives on remorse

and knows no other way."


I'd beg but I'm unstable, see?

the wheel behind the sway

turning with a cracked eye

as empty as the sky.


You'll seem too happy to deserve

perhaps pathetic if you will,

lives go on but yours exempted

from what it could've had.


"I like seeing the moves it does,

I mean you do, I refer to

your kind with the color blue

I'm colored grey, lo any waves."