Brush me away
With a new color
Every day,
On blue day
You're sad
And I can't
Stand around
Your tears,
Hand you a Kleenex
And you
Brush me away,
On yellow day
You're too happy
And I can't be
A part of your joy,
I try to give you
A high five
And you
Brush me away,
On green day
You're sick
And I am no nurse
I try every **** thing
From the Walgreens
I hand you medicine
And you
Just brush me away,
Never can seem
To get through to you,
I'll never be seen
From behind these colors
Splashed camouflage I didn't ask for...

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