. . Now there are no games. To only pass the time. No more colouring books. No Christmas bells to chime. . But thinking young. And growing older. Is no sin. And I can play. The game of life to win
blinded by the lights. I make all my mistakes twice. Three times, or four times tonight. I'm good at never asking why. Colouring outside the lines. Always quick to change my mind. Three times, or four times
colouring thoughts, for the sake of finding truth. Was following rules, counting all of my good deeds. Living in fear, hell at my feet, heaven is out of reach. And there's a fire that I once laid. There's a