Blue

Right now, I can't feel a thing. My toes, they cease to exist. My fingers, where are my fingers? And the pumper? No beats from it.

Silent. Everything's gone silent.
Cold. I've turned cold. &Blue

I keep tellin' myself, "Never again".
But nope, I'm too silly to learn.

You didn't wanna let go.
Why didn't you,
if you didn't feel a thing?

Why, didn't you? If you hadn't felt what I was feeling?

Turn away, you do not want to see what this is turning me into.

Somehow, this doesn't feel real. Hence I always sing,"What I am, to you, is not real. What I am, to you, is not what you mean to me."