Devastate

Devastate The color that you make A kind of mood that radiates I'm afraid of colors on your face A bullet in a yellow tree I'm a son A nevertheless begun The day that you abandoned me Devastate Empathetic cliché I see your smile spinning in space Fried peaches With syrup on my plate I know that you can make it sweet I feel your photo on my face The day that you abandoned me I'm innocent I can't clean up I broke my snow-globe and then you really laid into me My snow-globe broke on me