#1
now i feel that this world's some painting coming down,
and it's too late see what surrounds,
cause i know my eyes have tricked me once before,
nothings there like it use to be,
before,

in this life of quicksand pools,
you can get stuck and fall too soon,
leaving gravity so unaware that it's,

you who makes the first move,
and it's you who cleans the water from the well,
because you didn't want this,
your still standing pointing fingers in the air,
who cares,

it's coming like a tidal wave,
your day is dark and unafraid,
the lesson learned and not prepared,
it's like everyone isn't there,
showing pictures of a happy life,
nailing posters to describe the why's,
sticking quotes in their space,
while we're leaving markers that say it's,

you who makes the first move,
and it's you who cleans the water from the well,
because you didn't want this,
your still standing pointing fingers in the air,
who cares