I miss it.
“It” is how I saw the world before I learned about it
How I saw the world before I witnessed death, and heartache
It dulled my vision, dulled my dreams
Now in my head all that’s left are screams
No one notices, they’re all screaming too
Mine are drowned in sea of blue
They melt together and become white noise
While we all walk about, with a fallible poise
Colors have melted ...