From the End of the Start

I don’t need reminders of how you don’t feel the same. Oh the freezing stain, heart on blood, This soul cannot help but go insane. When I talk to you, my words just don’t go through. The world turns pinkish blue, stuck in the things you do. Oh, how I wish to wake up one day, Listening just to the things you say, Live the world, where you have all the sway Live the one where you perhaps could stay.