6 a.m. and cold as i am, you cannot hurt me now. they say one can't live on thought alone. i put my trust in you. that's what this daylight knows. and as feelings show green lights everywhere. as you're lying here. and you're wondering, "does this ever end?, you think: "i'm always the wrong one to ask." you'll say and then lie here wondering. if you really believed that you hated me then why did it take so long? and is it really the thought that counts? the motion's the same what's behind it has changed. it's there to remind. the colors and the shapes and the words are erased away in time. the look is the same, as it's all been arranged in perfect lines. what's worse is probably mine. the motion's the same but the question remains and i won't tell a soul. i won't tell a soul.