Yellow

Your hands are cold Ice water That's a nice thought I walk And I walk Till my feet start to rot Decompose with the soil You lay 'Barren' about Press my hands to the ground You stopped caring about

I think I think I can't I can't tell if you stopped caring Cuz where you went I can't hear you now Can't communicate with the ground Can I. Or can I, now If I walk in the same direction Even if I think I think or I Or I know you need to fall