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Hues
As I was standing at the edge
As I was staring off the ledge
The only thing you could say
Is I could have it so much worse
I’ve grown weak and you love it
Just lord it over me
I’ve grown weak and you’ve done it
What you call love’s grown so ugly
Your anger hangs on
Like smoke on my clothes
And you wear your sadness
Like a cheap, used suit
But like a selfish child
I still hold onto you
I can’t help but feel so far gone
From that August day
When I danced in the sun
I was your muse
You were my lapse from grace
Now when you talk it comes in hues
All violent reds and moody blues
Those colors land like handprints on my skin
Your anger hangs on
Like smoke on my clothes
And you wear your sadness
Like a cheap, used suit
But like a selfish child
I still hold onto you
Your light has flickered out
And you relish leaving me in the dark
Oh, this isn’t love
This is shady and cold
What in this life happened to your soul
Your anger hangs on
Like smoke on my clothes
And you wear your sadness
Like a cheap, used suit
But like a selfish child
I still hold onto you
