Stop judging me
With stereotypicallity
Get up off your throne and see
Things aren't the way they used to be

The shade of blue died away that day
All happiness inked in grey
But wait....how is this right?
Are we loosing sight?
Can we keep up the fight?
I don't know
And I don't care anymore
Is that bad?

I should've stopped lacirating at the skin
So hard to keep within
All the filth, and all the made-up sins
If I'd've known back then what a state it would get me in
I would've stopped, but they would win

Bones turning into dust
I don't really see the fuss
You're making us
Disappear into dusk

The sun burned my eyes until I finally saw
How the choices we make are not our flaws

Wait...How is this right?
Let me know when see the sight