Watch the pretty colors die,
You imagination fades into the sky.
The colors fade, Theres nothing left,
In your mind theres certain death.
The whole world is turning Grey,
You silently sigh, then walk away.
They will never understand,
No one ever takes your hand.
People look into your eyes but don't see,
How they make your life so frustratingly unhappy.
Why do they just leave you alone,
Cold, unwanted without a home.
You walk the streets with your forgotten smile,
They'll never know that you've been dead for a while.
You walk the streets and haunt their dreams,
Yet somehow you remain unseen.
