I sit and I smile as I seen the painting smear
Its like the red paint is sheddin to overcome a tear
And for some reason it looks great, this feeling inside
Its always better bein alone, watchin it with no one by my side
Now my pains are taken away, and my hurt I donâ??t feel
Its jus so everlasting, it doesnâ??t feel real
I found myself a friend, only it and me
It helps me set out my problems, sets me free
The painting is beginning to fade, all the color is going pale
The odor is causing a wrought, the floor getting stale
Who would have known one painting could jus die off and shut
It happened that way the first time we pulled it off together and cut
Cut thru da pains, the inner self, the vibrant skin
we sat in this red paint with only a piece so thin
and when I went in deep I heard the spoken words of the pastor
â??this girl wasnâ??t an ordinary girl., more like a beautiful disasterâ??
