It's five o'clock, I woke up
The sun's coming up, the temperature didn't drop
Put the tracksuit on, tied my sneakers
It'll be a good day, yes I believe it
The chirping birds, the slightly chilly wind
The sky started to turn blue and pink
The happy married couple, the funny old neighbour
They're trying to live their lives in the best way possible
Dream, Believe
Don't care what they say,
Get up
Get ready for the day
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
The window's closed, the wind just blows
The curtains are drawn, but still they flow
The raindrop changes the atmosphere, why am I here?
The whole world's out, living their best life
Everyone's happy but still they strive
You can have that too
He wants to go out, but like a disease
The fear clings onto him, and he freezes
"Will they accept me?"
With that one though he shakes his head
"Leave it, just leave it, I'll paint something instead."
So he made his way to the drawer containing
The paints, the brushes and canvas number three
And at that moment, he set his emotions free
Satisfaction, is what he felt
He was happy, anyone could tell
The parties, the smoking
That wasn't his type
Just give him some paint
He'll get all the hype
You won't know what it feels like
The world, the messed up world, don't know what happiness is
They don't, no they don't, know the meaning of pure bliss
Among fake smiles and busy lives
His feelings were pure in the dark of the night
He gave the final touches and stood back to examine
Just like her, it turned out attractively fine
Time was still, outside and inside
It was just him and his passion for the night
He took the canvas and put it among the rest, for he couldn't give it to her
No one can bring back the dead
'One day, I'll see you, everything will work out fine'
With this thought in head, he stumbled as there was no light
He saw the moving cars as reality crashed upon his mind
He saw as everything rolled back to life
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC