I know I look happy. No fucking way.
I'm not sleeping. I'm mindfucking. I look kinda peacefull, but its all a fucking lie.
I'm planning something, probably something destructive.
I wish I would just die in my fkg sleep.
Symphony in Blue :: Kate Bush
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue
The color of my room and my mood
Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth
The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about
[Verse 2]
When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in
Go blowing my mind on God
The light in the dark, with the neon arms
The meek He seeks, the beast He calms
The head of the good soul department
[Chorus]
I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me
For now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony