When all the inspiration-
all your expectations and the color of your eyes-
what else can you do but sit around in this achromatic world?
What happens when all the spark and all the flare
end up looking like dust?
Looking from person to person
And seeing the same old stares.
Same tone, same hue, and same shade.
Oh how I long for vibrant, bubbly, and fire back in my life.
I'm sick of this quid pro quo exchange between me and everyone
because I'm always getting the shorter end of the stick.
I want my mind to feel alive.
I want my heart to sky rocket again.
I want all these emotions that I've destroyed these past years back.
I want what I used to have before I tossed them all away
For the sake of everyone else.