I tend to paint my own reality.

Splash over my eyes in colorful paint

And I must see things differently.


If I saw it how it was or is

Then I wouldn't find myself

Being so wrong all the time.


I tend to find myself in my own fantasy.

I wish it wasn't this way

I'm crushed time and again

But it always stays the same.

Paint covered eyes
Dreams in my head
I've got no sense of reality
And I won't til I'm dead.

My heart won't stop
Creating a fake world
Not til the paint is gone
To the very last drop.