Colour, Blind

In honesty, I've found my way but I've lost direction

Seeing colours inside myself that I'm starting to hate

I've asked a few times now "am I feeling better yet?"

Goddamn anger, you've done nothing for me

Will you promise, I'm not dead inside?

Will you promise that I'm goddamn fine?

Craving recovery

And you will slowly see

That all I am is crumbling

When the sun comes up, will you check my breathing?

I've got no way of seeing that my life has meaning