See my walls are turning yellow like a smoker's tooth
I see the sweet smile of a girl who's doped in love
Baby birds on my roof awaiting mama's food
Only for the predators to feast on them
Words these days are never enough
Even Actions aren't able to heal some wounds
And sometimes silence kills the soul
Left to wither with no hope
The drunk man still sings at 2 am
With his belly filled with beer providing the tune
Some say he's cursed and a fool in love
Some pray all night for him to choke
But nothing changes; he's still the same
You might dye your hands the colour blue
Thinking you are different from the rest
Only for the rain to tell you otherwise
You forever remain the same; nothing will change
