Futureactive Kid (Part 1)

I can't seem to find my mouth
I can't even raise a doubt
The mouth I have is dry it has not caught up yet
To your eyes they are all wet
I am blind and like a dog
You do walk me through a fog
I'm color blind in the daylight but still my eyes
See colors through the night
Sometimes I work sometimes I wait
Some time to burn and it gets late
Meanwhile it's easier to talk straight to myself
When you listen from a shelf
Then it feels like you're here cause I can touch you with my ears
But oh those tears remain wet behind my eyes
What should I cry for?
Tears die upon the floor