Black, the color of my soul.
I feel empty, like a big hole.
No happyness, no luck.
Try to break free, but I'm stuck.
Stuck on the past, stuck on you.
But who is you? Who?
I can't remember, you're so far away.
I tought we were happy, but you just couldn't stay.
I know once it was real, now it's just a glimp.
A glimp of you being a wimp