I no longer love the way ii loved
Babes young up above
I no longer see with eyes that assume everyone is free
Learning to give a damn about you over and over again
You are worth a gram of wheat over the den
You no longer spend your time trying to pass the time
With your special friend, time, who gave you all the time
Learning to give a damn about you over and over again
You are worth a gram of wheat over the den
I no longer care or try figure out the reason why
Every single eye stares at i. i don't know what is behind a person's eye
Because all ii see is ink dipped in white