A disrupted symphony
The skip of a heartbeat
Confusion has made its home in me
This is my attempt to see
why I always crash to pieces
on the freeway of cold and empty
I wanna be there
my feet are firmly planted here
all that I think I want disappears
why can't I move, move past delusions
my instruments of warped illusions
I wear the colors of confusion
Nothing makes sense to me at all
where is the sense in emptiness and free for all
why must I wear these colors
Is the belief, the truth, the one, the truly discovered
The hope, the out, the new life uncovered,
The fight to fight, the love unlike any other,
Will you come and make me yours
give me your colors
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