A song.
Standing in the deep dark blue,
wondering when I’ll fall through.
Scared to know whats true,
but looking for an answer, too.
Everybody staring,
and everybody wandering
around in this city
of absolutly nothing.
No walls to surround us,
and nothing to hold us back.
Yet still we walk in circles
and still we stand in blackness.
And were standing in the deep dark blue,
wondering when we’ll fall through.
Scared to know whats true,
but looking for an answer, too.
Everybody looking down,
and nobodys looking around
in this city of darkness
and absolutly nothing.
Nothing to see here,
and nothing to fear.
Yet still we lock our doors
and our minds are trapped in there.
And we’re standing in the deep dark blue,
wondering when we’ll fall through.
Scared to know whats true,
but looking for an answer, too.
We’re standing in the city of lights,
and closed all of our eyes.
Pretending and making up lies
for why we all must die.
I was staring outside,
and I was wandering in here.
Locked myself behind a door,
and trapped with all my fear.
Excuses fill my eyes
and lies fill my mind.
With all these people standing around,
my own life is impossible to find.
I’m standing in the deep dark blue,
wondering when I’ll fall through.
Scared to know whats true,
but looking for an answer or two.
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