You Shouldn’t Reflect The Night - You Are Light.

What are you subscribing to my love? Because you seem to have lost your way.

Is it the books you read or the things you see that make you turn your head?

Because it seems like you turn your back more often than before.

Now I know it's something different; colour has drained from your face.

Laughter lines are now just wrinkles; worry seeps into your veins

Those words... those cutting words….

Remember a girl that use to be colourful?

That would toss her hair back at the boys and the colour would rush down their bodies,

and she would stand with a grin,

she knew she would win,

at just about anything to do with luck.

Remember a girl that use to have spirit?

And she would weep at a crying child,

and she would parade around in her colours,

and she would raise the hopes of peers,

and she would get rid of your fears,

because you let her get to you.

I remember that girl who had a colourful spirit.

There's a boy that remembers that colourful spirit,

as he saw her turn her head,

as he saw her turning into a shadow,

as she turned into the dark.