I was looking over my lyrics for a song called Colorblind and I've thought of rewriting it for a long time. What I've written so far in the revised seems to be more personal than the original. I'm wondering if I should keep the revised or keep the original, and any other changes should be made to either one.

Revised:
My face buried into my pillow
And I wonder in yellow
I think in red as I lie on my bed
With my headphones on, everything is possible
Your God is just a concept, and my music is tangible
I can hear it playing heavily in black
I find my player skipping another track

And I love my Miss America from government nowhere
How many more steps till I don’t care?
The connections still on with the phone at my feet
His words in a jumble of a misunderstanding heap
But it’s the end of the day, congrats, I am intact
Miss America’s still asking, yet I am still tracking
I could tell him I can stop this accident – but that’d be a lie

How many times must they ask me?
How many times must I say that I can see?
Because really I can see through it, they only see it
Honestly, I’m tired of answering their dumb questions
Honestly, I’m sick of telling them again I can see
How many Jellybeans will it take to put me back
In my place?
How much time do I have left before my bet
Expires in space?

Outside, I can run in the blue, ten pounds – it’s true
I swear, I know exactly what I have to do
Just open the box and I’ll say that there’s something wrong
And the clock
Will continue to tick until the minutes run low

My face is hidden, it’s unseen
And I only think in green
I could run away in orange before the night ends
I could hide in brown before the morning sends
With my headphones on, everything is possible
Your God is just a concept, and my music is tangible
I can hear it playing heavily in black
I find my player skipping another track

The cards have all been laid out for me to look
I see every one there, but I only shook
I can see every color in the faces of the Queen and Jack
But I can’t take what’s wrong with me back

I’m simply colorblind

Original:
In my eyes things are a little different
I see things way out of contrast
Eight dozen shoved in a box to mask
And disguise from the government
For this simple reason, you and I
Can’t seem to see eye to eye
I say you’ve got things all out of whack
And you tell me that I’m way off track

Well, it is a well known fact
That I see everything in the abstract
The way I get it from the town
Green turns to grey and then to brown

I’ve got some problems else where too
And no, it isn’t when I see blue
My difficulties lie with you
When you claim that everything you see is true
I’ve got my own simple, complex agenda
That I really should be getting back to
But since I really know you
You won’t be back anytime soon
Just promise you’ll come around
When you realize you’ve got some problems
With the colors that pick you to surround
I’ll take a look, and you’ll soon see it my way

Because it’s a well known fact
That I see everything in the abstract
The way I get it from the town
Green turns to grey and then to brown

Maybe both of our vision’s impaired
A small price to pay for what we might’ve faired
Be sure to check your clock
When you open the box

And see that simple little fact
That I see everything in the abstract
The way I get it from the town
Green turns to grey and then to brown

Simply because I’m
Colorblind