I'm glued to the glow Like a fly to a trap Don't know when I'll be coming back I could never tell If the voice in my head is real ♪ Painted colors dry like they're old Endless images bought and then sold Called myself a name That carries no shame Hurry back Bit by bit You will crave my counterfeit This story's true It's just for you Little ones have their own precious ways Sunny Sundays are lonesome days Magnifying dreams So that nothing is as it seems ♪ She casts her eye to the side with a doubt Little sighs, let the big boy out To the world I'll bare my soul About the size of a pixel