second verse same as the first

I don't have time to cry
I didn't before
and I don't now
I'm sure

but then I made time
I gave the green light to signs

I asked with open eyes for cerulean skies

one after the other, gunshots
asking me, peeling me
warning me
breathing me

killing me

why so softly

because, you see,
the sound
smothered
so covered in the negligence
my lack of reticence
something I
may never
know

open
eyes
cerulean
skies
tricks, lies
comfort in nothing
I fight
with wild, delicious, instinctual will
because I just might

every last one of you
all fall down

are you on the ground?

what's the new up

she looks up at the sky, with its blue and explosion of sun, shakes her head and says,

'..It's not fair. Not at all...'