One whose favorite color is yellow
One that's tough, yet also mellow
My mind of dash
One whose backyard gaps are wilder
Now you left, I can't be hidden
My bed of gaps
It's so strange
It's so cold
Feels like my soul just been stolen
All those avarage things I broke
O, legs of lead! O, head of smoke!
My soul of hole!
All these rapture time are gone
One that's ghost, one that's lone
My heart of ash!
It's so strange
It's so cold
Feels like my soul just been stolen