Reversed my curse words from absurd to under urge, my days you knew, my sky was grey from fading the shades of blue, truth is not the style in child that sued his files, folding, he thinks he's golden but scolding pursuing miles of clues, he could be cruel but never fool his trials, so while, he builds his piles he dials a sum of tiles, no smiles, cause they're cemented on top of anger and strangers will never care though the danger may strangle them in a chamber, and I'm the painter that chose to favor my ways as true, so never question why I teach lessons with shades of blue.