There’s something wrong with the default, my generic templates are under assault.
my mind is gray – its go nothing to say
but in pain, i try regain,
the will i had?
before i knew you?
the nights are yellow and my fingers are blue – my mind is fighting thoughts of you.
The streets are bare my arms are too, and to you i thank, most definitely.
indeed, i know the storey is dead, its now only in my head, secretly.
Something’s wrong with the my default.
was it by way or what i did, or was it something i said?
nothing i fear i feel – is wrong with the default – nothing can remedy whats already dead.