An artists life is blue
When its mind is red
A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.
A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good
A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.
A world can be square
and a line can be straight.
It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.
Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red
Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
An artists life is blue
When its mind is red
A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.
A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good
A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.
A world can be square
and a line can be straight.
It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.
Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red
Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.
Me in a neverending smiling depression. A class clown on the outside, dead on the inside, a mess in the mind, broken in my heart... but no time to feel bad, because life goes on, bills have to be paid and no one cares about how much time you need, so you pretend to be fine
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