I watch the colors
slip through my hands
they bend and they bleed
as I slowly soak them in
Morphed by your inhibition
I am stepping out of sync
I stare through your cataracts
deep into the depths of your mind
Your words are spoken
but there is nothing I can hear
you reach out to me
and draw me in
Let's burn these bridges tonight
and let these embers scatter throughout the sky
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