About the Size of a Pixel

I'm glued to the glow like a fly to a trap

Don't know when I'll be comin' back

I could never tell

If the voice in my head is real

Painted colors dry like they're old

Endless images bought and then sold

Called myself a name

That carries no shame

Hurry back bit by bit

You will my crave my counterfeit

The story's true

It's just for you

Little wants have their own precious ways

Sunny Sundays are lonesome days

Magnifying dreams

So that nothing is as it seems

She casts her eye to the side with a doubt

Little sighs, let the big boy out

To the world, I'll bare my soul

About the size of a pixel