Losing Colour

I don’t have a clue
My feelings change quicker than the season I am drawn to
I think it’s sinking in, that home is only temporary

Thoughts of growing old to thoughts of being recognised as secondary

I am just another
Fading film losing colour
Lay me down to sleep, and I won’t even speak
Lay me down to sleep, and I will fade away into the sheets

I’m just tryna breathe
And the irony is I want it more than my next breath
I know the difference between acting your age and being a number
I guess I’m forever searching for answers

I am just another
Dying flower losing colour
Lay me down to sleep, and I won’t even dare to speak
Lay me down to sleep, and I will wash away with my insecurity

Washed away, washed away
Washed away, washed away