Now I'm seeing colour
The bruises make sense to me
The shades taking cover
Shadows that shelter me
The stains over my skin
Appear darker than ever
As the ink will dry in
Our mistakes forever
Kept my muse stretched so thin
Just to smooth out all the edges
And kept on watching my words
Head down, seen not heard
I've lived years under covers
Always feared the sunlight
I'm sick of covering my eyes
I'm sick of hiding inside
