Four days in november de Edna's Goldfish

What ever happened to the color in people's faces
or the black and white of their expressions
when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt at all
left alone with my thoughts, why am i always wrong
i can give up trying
and be the last to find out that i've been lying
in one day it was all gone
you can take just what you want
but simple goals equal
too many broken hearts
i can see what i see
you can take what you take
i'm sick of being sick
and i'm tired of being tired
blow a kiss to the wind when you think of me
send me a letter
i'll be waiting on the steps
before you knew better
in one day it was all gone
you can take just what you want
but simple goals leave me
too many broken hearts
blow a kiss to the you think of me
turn out the say goodnight
what about those faces that i saw
how could i recognize them all?
i had a vision that things would be better today
what about that book i never finished writing
or that fight that i never finished fighting
i guess it doesn't mean anything at all