Microscope

I've been wasting time I've been writing lines again And again Leaves change like chameleons And colors represent the faint Fume of it all Holding on with trust But it drives me wild Feel the weight enough Feel below the world Yelling down, down, down, we go January, November I don't know Singing down, down, down, we go Just a man No circumstance Under a microscope Under a microscope You know Praying relevance On my deathbed but I'm still so young I drink from my own glass I'm taught by my parents To let these things go Catered by our own To fall in short Anchored on to hope I'm so low Yelling down, down, down, we go January, November I don't know Singing down, down, down, we go Just a man No circumstance Under a microscope