Because

With the infatuation that digs deeply into my confidence, A slice of esteem is consumed by the power of your game, Thoughts are useless and to be treated with ultimate suspicion, Maybe my body understands why I cringe at your name, Entrapped in the insanity of a world that's been painted grey, I surrender silently to the defiance of my heart, Thrown wildly about within the logic that fights to restore barriers, Standing under water I remember how I used to play this part, A curious yet familiar craving overwhelms me with need, And the silver releases a pain that I can really feel, Bleeding away the replenished hurt of your greed, I can see colour and the world is still real.