What has become of the color blue.

Hold me back, I will not cry. Hold me close, suddenly I die.
Look what's become of the color blue. Look at what has become of you.

A part of me,still doesn't believe what's happening.
A part of me, still doesn't know what's going on.
Did you do it, or did you not?

I need to know, where you were, when I was crying out?
Where did you go, when I just needed someone's help?

I didn't ask for this, so don't pretend like I did.
I didn't lie down on my back alone, you're not innocent.

People, they say to me "Why don't you just talk about it?"
But then they hear the first few words, and I'm no longer important.

You say you understand, but then you look at me differently.
And when I speak to cure myself, I end up losing everybody.

I've got to let it out, but I just want to keep in.
I need somebody to trust, but nobody ever listens.

Look at what you did to me. Look at all the pain.
Darkness, ruling the sky, look at what's become of you,
and look what's become of I.