Color-blind.

I don't want to go home

Where I'll be alone...

So come on over.

I feel better with you around

All over town.

My four-leaf clover. 

I don't care to wake up

In a world where I'm stuck...

In between loving and hating 

I'd rather not give a fuck...

I've never been one for many words

I know that I don't talk too much...

My love language is services 

I'd rather share a kiss or touch.

Emotions can be sloppy

They make things over complicated 

I don't mean to seem cold and detached 

But fairy tales are overrated.

Maybe it's just my heart...

I'm sure that all can be debated. 

Shattered one too many times

My jagged shards are now serrated...

I don't like mixed signals

Just tell me what is on your mind.

Some things just tend to work out fine

Some others take a little time.

I try to see the truth

Avoid viewing it color color-blind

I try to stay unbiased to the conclusions made in my mind.