So much left unsaid So much left The spaces between Seems to be like a that stays quiet Remember the next day It's always out of reach But so close you can taste it I'm just waiting for To tore it open Have the colours of back in the frame I myself worthy For a lack of better warnings [I felt you here] your reflection speak to me 'Cause I focused mine on the touching on (I felt you here) half brown half yellow half green Half of love half awake half in our dreams Colours were so livid But recalls of a scene And nothing screams perfect Like the way it used to be There was such a distance Between our homes Our hearts And the parts of us that have been This isn't the that I could lived in I just hope that I learn And come to know you as a friend At least I can pretend that you're mine inside of my head A part of me is trully dead