Your ripped at every edge but your a masterpiece and now im tearing threw the pages and the ink
Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now im coverd in the colors pulled apart at the seems,
And its bluuuue
And its bluuuue
Everything is grey
His smoke, his hair, his dreams,
And now hes so avoided color, he dont know what it means
And hes bluuuuue
And hes bluuuuue
No one? Ok...
