Cruel is the letter that I can give
To my love, my children that I don't see
Gold is a medal that I won't have
But I grieve with the talking behind my back
And you know the feeling that I still have
About you
Can't deny
I still want her
Can not hide
That I have become your horror
You still want to dread my eyes
I still want Kay
To talk about what I feel
Blue is the moment that I have had
Now I see all the colors that I should see
Lone I was walking the road to have enough
You know the feeling that I can't feel
But you are the keeper of my good dreams
About us
Can't deny
I still want her
Can not hid
That I have become your horror
You still want to dread my eyes
I still want Kay
To talk about what I feel
