Here is my cup,
I've filled it full.
Dreams, inspiration,
Future, past and present.
Watch as you tipith over,
how they pour from the soul.
And here I am left,
To clean up this mess.
Walk away, feel nothing at all,
While these scissors cut diamonds in my chest.
What happens at the end of this rainbow,
for everything must come to end,right?
Only fools believe in love,
Thus, gold is merely fools gold,
Quite the deception,
For such a rainbow that once shone with such vibrant colors.
