Hyper exposed colors unveil from the tinted water in the blackroom, theres a silence that casts over me, a shadow that hides. Through the negatives I develop slowly through stirred water I see your face constantly reappear, smiles that hide behind deceiving tales that spill from your toungue. I can't remeber a time I was ever truly happy, a time you made me truly happy.
Tomorrow is December first, and a kaleidoscope of colors, an array of shades cast new light on all my blessings - Im happy to say you weren't one of them.
4 years later, and mistakes become lessons.
Tomorrow is December first, and a kaleidoscope of colors, an array of shades cast new light on all my blessings - Im happy to say you weren't one of them.
4 years later, and mistakes become lessons.
