Words on Power

I hate that wanting too much, so much Some things don't bear analysis Here hair was blue and her eyes were black She's never, ever coming back There's no sense in thinking too much on it by not willing it doesn't hurt There's no sense in willing too much on it by not thinking it doesn't hurt A few days ago you were distinctively all right Now you're back heading on for grimness I never imagined for a moment you were (that scared) It's time you got some sense in that head of yours You don't blink slow as not to miss a thing Just leave it (open ended) You don't blink slow as not to miss a thing Just let it sort itself out Not something you can turn on and off like a tap But it's reared when the power goes dead Need someone else and completely forget Make glaring big mistakes Don't blink slow as not to miss a trick Just leave it (opened ended) Once I was in the same position myself I think I survived