Bask in Sunshine, Dance in the rain

I’m growing weary. I’m getting real tired, Looking for the right words to forget . All I have is this bed and all of this darkness I’ve been talking to Blue; so tired of talking to you Blue, become all this darkness and lay in my bed, Just lay here and listen, to the sounds of regret. I can still hear those words, Pretty faces, aren’t too hard to find. I must have been crazy to try restrain these qualms. Pretty faces, may have similarities Start concentrating on individuality. Darkness come through, I’m calling on you Help me find fire in a sea of all blue.