He\'s just standing there it\'s making me crazy,
Waiting for me to come by, get lost, and feel,
I don\'t want that
I want the colors to swallow me inside and help me escape,
I have a thing with escaping, it\'s the easiest thing to do, but those forest brown eyes are pulling me in to follow,
To try
And in the same time giving up,
The green is hiding in too,
Because did you know that the mening behind the color is growth and renewal,
So escape
But don\'t
The forest calls
But not the one you know
A different one
The one that I met.