Learned Behavior - The Color Morale

We are the same disease

One way too old

One way too young to treat

Our feet stuck in the same concrete

We just want to be free

Aren’t you sick of knowing that you could truly be Something that stays and makes a difference before it leaves

Aren’t you sick of hearing all the pain in me Aren’t you sick of being sick from the same disease

Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need

Come to me when you’re rebuilding

Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out

But to see who cares enough to knock them down

We can start again

With our names written in new cement

We can write the date

Right after we dig ourselves out of the messes we’ve made

You’ll never know

What you have until it’s gone

Through hell for you

Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need

Come to me when you’re rebuilding

Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out

But to see who cares enough to knock them down

You’ll never stop making mistakes

But if you learn from them you will never make the same ones twice

Next time there may be no next time

Come to me with anything that you’ll ever need

Come to me when you’re rebuilding

Sometimes it’s good to build up walls, not to keep anyone out

But to see who cares enough to knock them down