The sky is blue

You call it beautiful
All I see is the blinding sun
And to my eyes it's painful

It's raining out in the world
You call it grey and cold
I only see the sky crying
With clever eyes I behold

See what's been my life
And understand
Why my skin needs the kiss of the knife
If you could see it through dismal eyes
Much sooner than later you will realize
Why I could never befriend
Why I want the world to end

My skin is cut
You call it insanity
And when you touch me
I fall in love with profanity

See what's been my life
And understand
Why my skin needs the kiss of the knife
If you could see it through dismal eyes
Much sooner than later you will realize
And if you are real and won't pretend
You too would want the world to end

My eyes are dry
You call it apathy
I cannot cry
It's a mystery

Feelings have led me to
Fear, despair and hate
It's my naive heart
That's taken the bait

See what's been my life
And understand
Why my skin needs the kiss of the knife
If you could see it through dismal eyes
Much sooner than later you will realize
And as to the lonely depression I descend
Seen through me, you would want my life to end