Each step forward I feel the weight maybe baggage I’m just too afraid to get rid of Holding me back from the person that I’m supposed to be the vision beauty and so much color Yet the same old black and white stain me at this point the colors have been becoming more bright. The shapes have been becoming more clear I know exactly where I want to be at the end of my years Your eyes so piercing your smile so warm your awkward hugs when I’m anxious And your not quite sure what to do your color my color it always shines through every moment with you you brighten my pages the old me relieves herself that I’ll be OK we’ll be OK the new ME yelling come on And that’s how my colors fade away.