Columbine my frail design. I see you see me standing on my own. Is it you that I'm walking through. Should I retrace my point of view. I'm left in clouded dreams of finding who. Not Columbine. Just incase you're my disguise. I found yourself to my surprise. I'm on the ground. And it's Harlequin who fix me up. Who catches you. Who wanishes me. From finding who.