progress in color

Its a plague, this constant weight, it haunts my thoughts when you're away.
And would it be safe for one to say, I made your heart smile at the end of the day?
And what, what was hidden behind your smile?
Was it love, or pain in disguise?
I know my love never took that away,
I know my love was just a plague.

With everyday I pray you'd say I brought you joy in some way.
But that's not the case, cause I took it away, I turned your joy into pain.
I know my songs were never profound, they were never sincere enough to make your heart sing out.
So where am i wrong, in hoping that I might someday realize where I was all along?
Where I was all along...

And what, what was hidden behind your eyes?
Was it love, or pain in disguise?
I know my love never took that away.
I know my love was just a plague.

im tired of the safety of failure. i am a glass and i am dying to be filled with anything. at least thats how i feel late at night. sometimes i just want to call anyone and apologize. i had a spark,but i blue it out. i wrote your name out, just to see if it still felt natural. original. pressed it in my favorite book - to see if it might catch some luck. i think i was born inside out, or just kind of skipped into it. every day i meet someone new - who doesnt get me. its this strange social nuance. sometimes i feel like my pilot light has gone out, but i always wake up in the morning anyway.