Some days are so pretty in pink

Where every step is pretty much a skip and a wink

And my hands swing through the crisp air

Feeling every kiss of the cold

And it's like, why ca—, why can't I hold on to this feeling?

Was I stronger before because I never let it out?

Hidden in by a glass of still energy

Or am I stronger now because I can't regulate my emotions?

Sparkling uncharted flares of flickers

Of blood in red and burnt orange

Crazy, I'm crazy in every aspect of that word

And I fucked it again

Let's keep going