Looking at old photographs and the yearbook on the shelf
I wonder what became of me and how I lost myself
I feel a piece of me has stepped aside and laid down fast asleep
While the rest of me is sacrificed for promises I can't keep
I had it all in the palm of my hand I had it all the time
but why I let it get away is the sadness in this ryhme
I've been walking around like a colorless picture
Searching for a painter and the truth
Looking back at old photographs
I can no longer idolize my youth

I'm stuck inside a vision that plays over in my head
I'm left abandoned in a storm and surely left for dead
I'm arrested in a place halfway from heaven and half from hell
Mediocrity seems to be my goal
Mediocrity is my cell

I need a splash of color
all different shades to make me whole
I'm searching for a painter who can paint my naked soul
Give me orange, red, and purple, yellow, blue, and green
Give this life I lead some meaning
Meaning few have ever seen

My soul is my identity
It's my passage back to grace
Confronting all my demons is a fact that I must face
Looking at old photographs and the yearbook on the shelf
I wonder what became of me and how I lost myself
But I keep moving on despite the truth,
that I can't wait to sleep to dream
It's where I'm whole and colorful
It's the place I sew the seam