I feel the rhythm of the beat
And every second I make sure to move on and not take a seat into the hole of my mind
I use to be like a carnation until roses flooded my eyes
Where the light shine bright but doesn't dry out the blue skies
run and never look back because the grass doesn't grow on the dead ends of my life
get away from the sirens and the hand claps of the falls from all the same
Because I wanna go where no one else could see the wonderland of my dreams where one day they could be someone's nightmare played on repeat like a game
The pavement of my heart races searching for the guns and the wounds that brought back the memories of the frame
Your white shirt makes me feel pure and I can't help but move towards to where I can go looking for my cure
Because I see that blue is my happy color
The relaxation of my heart and the fast upbeat excitement in the back of my mind.
I don't look back and and for some reason it makes the lights hanging from the ceiling turn around and act much more kind.
