The way blue seems more rare than green,
but you'd never notice because you just don't see it the way I do.






Unfinished situations with the door closed,
and in my head I couldn't completely tell you what went wrong.
Just the wrong word
or the wrong phrase
that ruined the day.








You're like blank paper, throwing away an innocent soul
just to dirty yourself for some sort of expression.
If I hadn't looked so hard for an answer,
I wonder if I'd still be lost.



I expect you to eventually understand,
not now.
It's just the way the season changes it scares some part of me
away, or even worse, it brings back apart of me I thought wasn't real.