was there some test you put me throughnthat i failed miserablynwell perhaps if the ribbons were bluenthen the red in your eyes could escapenand her smiles are fadingnas her planet is slowing downnand hes masking frustrationsnas his world continues aroundnnCuz theres something inside of younits a monster that occursnive seen you smash your giant handsninto panes of glass for hernand dont tell me that she is finenwhen her body can reset the timenwhen you too could finally be happynand go back to the way you werennwas there some test you put me throughnthat i passed with flying colorsnbut what good are colorsnwhen the fly from the truthnif you saw death upon menid sure like to thinknthat youd watch me as i am drowningnlend a hand as i sink