(PT Lauren)
The knotīs still tight , so am I
But the bitterness is about to die
It comes in all forms , shapes and sizes
Though not for me
My colors bright , it hurts the eye
On the second thought I canīt deny
The bitterness of every climax , of the better earth
Yeah , what is it worth
Fake colors , they tell you that you are not blue
They give in every time for you
Someone is green while youīre in love , when your spiritīs burning
Fake colors , they fuck you up for weaks
With what you hide from , what you seek
Theyīre someone who loves you and me
Itīs very warm , even for me
The summer in my greenhouse , really
Iīll never tear it down to pieces
I never will
Another day , another mess
Another try out to confess
The knot is in my head forever , I know Iīm tight
Itīs not allright
So sorry , but black and white is weak
Oh yeah? Watch me as I turn the other cheek
But if you donīt like me , then whatīs there to believe
Wake up man and close your eyes to see
That they fade out so damn easily
And nothingīs real
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