Its not the world that spins Its me, Lying in the relief, of a high. When it comes down I can't remember. When the colors go. The sounds, The WoW But not know, When if feels like the musics feels you. and you see it Not until the colors go Go into there next high. Waiting to be let out To be set free from the lost memory Waiting to be found and taken advantage of To cause the high the happy and the sad.