Loud

A drop of blood on the floor My nose is running dry Subjective distaste For impulsive detriments A joke that became well known By stranded lovers, friends How funny of you To pretend that I'm dead I'm just afraid that I'll fail once again But who really cares if I win? He doesn't even know me Everything is loud I can't hear my own thoughts The burden of imagining Took a toll on my soul I lost my glasses on the street It was a perfect deal Cause the world seemed so nice Once that I was blind I'm just afraid that I'll fail once again But who really cares if I win? He doesn't even know me So for me Heaven is the place that I won't be feeling blue So for me Maybe it's a place that is colorblind too So for me This life is just a nightmare chase And the most scarred and broken gets elected Everything is loud I can't hear my own thoughts The burden of imagining Took a toll on my soul In a world of poets, we're the shallow metaphors