I am going to lay on the pieces.
I am too tired for this sick puzzle.
Something greater has to lift me now,
While I'm on the floor.
Colors of life that could have been.
A bittersweet blur of what could have been.
It all surrounds me now as the world spins,
And I lay here sick.
I have ran every sidewalk in this town,
Searching and crying desperately for help.
I am never heard and all I can see are colors.
The sky is my blanket as I die here on the ground.