True color fading to spectral decay,
Paints over twilight in shades of gray...
The past is the past, and I will not look back.
I refuse to look back on the things that I am...
Life's complicated,
Things changing into a good way...
I'm watching out the window as the trees past by
This world I see I've come to despise...
It takes one eye to shoot
It takes one finger to pull the trigger...
It seems not long ago
That I ran down halls...
When you look at me
You may just see a pretty face...
In this day and age where love is over rated
we seem to forget that love is also understated...
I AM LOOKING IN A MIRROR
BUT WHO IS THAT I SEE BECAUSE...
The winds rustle the greenery,
Bringing whispers from the past...
Everything in my life changed
When You guided me Oh God...
A wind is blowing?
A disaster's stirring...