Let my colors inside your shelter,
Or ban them at the door.
You could hold me in your comfort,
Or you can throw my colors on the floor.
On a normal day I may ask,
But today I'll just keep walking in the rain.
I hold close to my eyes the site of the black and the blue,
So every time I close the window
I remember the blunt.
I will hide under the first baby tree I find,
And lay on a bed of thorns.
She who used to carry so much life,
Held so much laughter in her eyes...
The loner who walks away and for no solid answer
Has felt twice the pain she ever should.
She wants to wake up from her life and open her eyes to a dream.
Let her stand hand in hand with deaths wife herself.
Give her a partner, give her a love.
She needs what she can't have and doesn't want,
How can one live like that?
She walks past the cottage where the fire is warm,
And the tall roof protects from the rain.
She stares inside, longing to have a fire of her own to sit around,
Once more.
But yet she walks on.
She lays her head on her arm, hidden where she is.
Her eyes slowly open and she escapes the nightmare.
Arms are extended, there is love,
There is joy.
For the first time all of her day she feels warm.
She wakes up to dream.
She falls asleep to the nightmare of life.
Every morning she falls asleep,
Ever night she closes her eyes and wakes up.
The more I run,
The harder the fall when I trip.
The faster I go, the deeper the thorns pierce my arms.
The deeper they go the better it feels,
In a painful sort of way.
