What to say, when colors fade, turned and transformed, not-so-dazzling grays
I want to know, I want to see, what everyone else truly believes
The color red, my cold cold bed, will I know tomorrow?
What to say, when colors fade, turned and transformed, not-so-dazzling grays
I want to know, I want to see, what everyone else truly believes
The color red, my cold cold bed, will I know tomorrow?
