Its hard for me to say what I want from younI have had twenty two yearsnOf trying to form the words to somehownMight mean I’m feeling.nnSo many colours in this distractionnBrown hair makes her lips more rednWords would not describe what I’m seeing,nI try to hold my tongue, nBut it’s uselessnnShe makes my heart scream colournI know by now, she should have found me outnAnd every sense I have has been exhaustednBut colour makes her smile. nnShe’s always waiting for me to speak,nBut all she hears is white noisenthough I may not communicate, nmy heart, she knows the colour I’m screamingnnshe makes my heart scream colournI know by now, she should have found me out. nAnd every sense I have has been exhaustednBut colour makes her smile. nnI feel it coming. nI feel it coming.nI feel it coming.nI feel it coming. nI feel it coming. nI feel it coming. nI feel it coming. nOh. nnShe makes my heart scream colournI know by now, she should have found me outnAnd every sense I have has been exhaustednBut colour makes her smile. nnShe makes my heart scream colournShe should have found me outnAnd every sense I have has been exhaustednBut colour makes her smile. n