Violets bloom all around me
I'm not afraid of what I can't see
But all of these pictures flood my brain
The ink in all the pages in spilling out my veins
All I used to see was you
But now I've let the violets bloom
Now all I see is just some type of blue
And all I feel is my once beating heart is bruised
The sting of violet on my hands
Elegant knuckles but violent mind
I know I'm not who I used to be
I hope we collide again sometime
All I used to see was you
But now I've let the violets bloom
Now all I see is just some type of blue
And all I feel is my once beating heart is bruised
Now all I see is just some type of blue
I hope we collide again sometime