I am too scared to lose what I've got The best of things, people and what not

Pick up on peoples joys pick up their faintest smiles

Is it because I love you that I want you to go?

Bloodshot colours, Blotched on skies,

I often wish I was a rock

As the place slowly moved

I promise these cracks will soon fill up It seems hard I know, so don’t well up

I am blind to what a bird can see Trapped inside my own reality

A pretty little woman cute witty and wise