I Write Dark Poetry
Where do all bright colors go
Once the eyes have grown shut,
Where does the music go
After the notes have hit the floor,
Where do tears and laughter go
Once they've jumped off our nose
Where does love so big go,
After hot turns into cold.
Once the eyes have grown shut,
Where does the music go
After the notes have hit the floor,
Where do tears and laughter go
Once they've jumped off our nose
Where does love so big go,
After hot turns into cold.