Counting the stars,
Counting the grains of sand,
Counting the sheep in my dreams,
And counting the times I am disappointed by the people I love.
Colors.
Colors.
Colors.
One, two, three, four,
I don't think I can't count anymore.
There are to many times to say.
You've disappointed me in everway.
But alas I cannot feel disma,
It was me who made myself feel this way.
I judge you for such cruelty,
But really its my thoughts that fuel me.
