WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE STARS NO LONGER SHINE
AND YOU LOOK AT RAINBOWS LIKE YOUR COLOR BLIND

AND ALL THE THINGS THAT USE TO MAKE YOU SMILE SEEM SO
UNPRETTY NOW IN YOUR EYES

AND ALL THE PEOPLE THAT USE TO MAKE YOU LAUGH YOUR LIFE AWAY
IS NOW MAKING YOU CRY

AS EACH NEW DAY MAKES YOU WANNA DIE FUCK POETRY
BECAUSE YOUR PEN NO LONGER WANTS TO WRITE NOTINHG

AS ALL YOUR THOUGHTS MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR WASTEING INK
AND THE MEANING OF LOVE IS NO LONGER DEEP

JUST TWO POEPLE WITH THE SAME BULLSHIT DREAM OF BEING HAPPY
UNTIL ONE DAY THEY WAKE UP JUST TO BLAME EACH OTHER
FOR WASTEING ONE ANOTHER TIME

SO WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN THE STARS NO LONGER SHINE AND YOU LOOK AT RAINBOWS LIKE YOUR COLOR BLIND

PRAY................................