The colour of me

by fallen expectations   Apr 3, 2005


I took the blade and slid it through
all the while my mind was crowded with thoughts... the thought were of you

you had your chance u missed it
instead u ignored me as if i were just another misfit

well guess what you were right
i was a misfit
just another face in the crowd

alone and confused
the burden of depression looming over like a dark and angry cloud

when i fall you just walk away
ignoring me when I'm in pain

now you wont be able to walk away
you wont be able to ignore it

I'll be painted everywhere
for all to see
on the walls and in the sky

the vivid color red
the color of me

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