When I said I miss you
When I said I am as you are now
I was colored yellow
Now I change my skin just to shrink in
But oh they would like to know
How'd it end up here
And oh they would like to know
How'd you take that stare
But I know the aims
They will come clear
If I stake my claim the callous
I'd take the shape of a cold thief in the night
Though it always seems intentions
Are shaded different through our own eyes
Because oh they would like to know
If this cut is fair
And oh they would like to know
Well now who's got your stare
But I know the aims
They will come clear