Color drained out of all I see.
What remains now, black and white, like an old movie.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
Withered leaves.
Can't see the forest for the trees.
Cut off at the knees.
And people just do what they please.
Such vivid hues when I was young.
What remains now, a long winter with no sun.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
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Color drained out of all I see.
What remains now, black and white, like an old movie.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
Withered leaves.
Can't see the forest for the trees.
Cut off at the knees.
And people just do what they please.
Such vivid hues when I was young.
What remains now, a long winter with no sun.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
What remains now, black and white, like an old movie.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
Withered leaves.
Can't see the forest for the trees.
Cut off at the knees.
And people just do what they please.
Such vivid hues when I was young.
What remains now, a long winter with no sun.
Only tints and colors added after to the stills.
And I am still at a loss to comprehend.
The painted flowers bloom in the back of the room,
Adding some color to this place.
They cut the roots to kill you,
Only leaving decay.
Writer: Joshua Kemble
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