Tekster: gLee. New York.

Time Square
Wakes up
With colors
Black and white.

No breakfast,
Just not much
Of an appetite.

The sidewalk
Offers gray
That folds
Behind my eyes

And opens
An "Okay"
I idolize.

The neon
Passes by
A tree in
Central Park

Where i sit
And envy
The noisy cars.

Cause they see,
Believe,
And feel
The relief

Of love
That's more
Than Tangible.

I accept
The Fact
That i
Wont survive.

In a cab
You set,
Come to a light,
And stop.

It's not red,
I misread,
And walked.

Winter sets
In the air,
I shiver
In the dark;

A wallflower,
A mark.

In my room
The hotel
Splits with
Laughter

And i chase
Down the halls
After it.

Cause they see,
Believe,
And feel
The relief

Of love
That's more
Than Tangible.

I accept
The Fact
That i
Wont survive.

I can see,
Believe,
And feel
The Grief

Of loss
That's only
Tangible.

I hide
The fact
That i
Am alive.