"I'd like to hear the words you'd say
I mean if you could speak of course
your kind it seems lives on remorse
and knows no other way."
I'd beg but I'm unstable, see?
the wheel behind the sway
turning with a cracked eye
as empty as the sky.
You'll seem too happy to deserve
perhaps pathetic if you will,
lives go on but yours exempted
from what it could've had.
"I like seeing the moves it does,
I mean you do, I refer to
your kind with the color blue
I'm colored grey, lo any waves."