Every time I hear it, every time I watch you smile,
I feel my color fade to grey; fade away.
I try until my fingers bleed and I found God on the road,
But that road leads me farther and farther away.
In the dim firelight I'd catch your gaze and lose it,
Drop your look and bruise it, but it's alright.
In your sight the lights too bright but the edges blur,
Until you're just a bad taste in my mouth, a dirty word.
~JAD
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