Lyrics

Lyric by G. Merrick Justice

Cautious as I am
I stand alone
Not by myself
But singular among all the rest
Weary of the smallest heartbeat
But solo, nonetheless

I won't exaggerate for you
You see the mirror
Not a metaphor for glass
But ice instead
Dead, from drear survival

It's just one of those things that you do
It's just one of those things that you do

Warm pink has turned a secondary light
Muddled purple for cold
Dismayed, the blood pumps
But it pumps half-emtpy
Half-empty or low

Like I am now
Now

Copyright ©2007 G. Merrick Justice
Copyright ©2009 Justin Justice