I wanna be colour blind
not all the way blind
I need new sights for my old eyes
Maybe a shot sight or a long sight
Something altered but just alright
Am tired of seeing the world through own my eyes
Nothing's changing still paying the same price
Still searching for purpose in this cliche
Hoping that someday something might still change
So sick and tired of this old game we play
I would opt out but I have no choice i am forced to play
It's keeps pushing me father within
Hoping I don't get sucked in
That death starts to become that friend that never leaves
And suicide...