Текст: gLee. New York.

:
Time Square
Wakes up
With colors
Black and white.

No breakfast,
Just not much
Of an appetite.

The sidewalk
Offers gray
That folds
Behind my eyes

And opens
An "Okay"
I idolize.

The neon
Passes by
A tree in
Central Park

Where i sit
And envy
The noisy cars.

Cause they see,
Believe,
And feel
The relief

Of love
That's more
Than Tangible.

I accept
The Fact
That i
Wont survive.

In a cab
You set,
Come to a light,
And stop.

It's not red,
I misread,
And walked.

Winter sets
In the air,
I shiver
In the dark;

A wallflower,
A mark.

In my room
The hotel
Splits with
Laughter

And i chase
Down the halls
After it.

Cause they see,
Believe,
And feel
The relief

Of love
That's more
Than Tangible.

I accept
The Fact
That i
Wont survive.

I can see,
Believe,
And feel
The Grief

Of loss
That's only
Tangible.

I hide
The fact
That i
Am alive.