I'm a figure of forgotten speech.
My whole life I have spent living out of reach.
I was once the rainbow in your jail cell of life.
Now I am but a memory, in your twisted mind.
I have spent some time falling, tripping over myself.
I know that I was once the reason the blood stained your shirtsleeve.
Now we both know where we stand.
The question is how long will I slide through this journey of life?
I've lost my footing and I'm starting to sink.
But more importantly I've lost you and now my blood leaks.
