She walks like a model,
She stings like a bee.
She knows all the secrets
And knows who's the prey.

She'll make you scream out for help,
Yet, she'll lock you in a cell,
Making you wonder your teribble fate.

Just watch out for this lady,
She's painted in red.
She'll cut you to pieces
And make you obey.

The blue skies you see
Was the gray skies for me.
Tell me I'm colour blind
But no! That's the emptiness inside me.

My shadow in the mirror
That's the blurred charrade of my life.
Horrible wounded girl
Whole life was trash and ******.

Anger
Hatred
Depression
Sorrow
Sadness
Self-hate
Teribble breakdown it is.
Just wanna be free from this chains.

I want it to be treated like illness.
Need to recover and be okay within days.

You can talk about my talent,
How teribble I am with painting,
But you couldnt talk about my heart,
How I truly blessed to create such amazing piece.

When I paint,
I paint those all my heart,
Those calm sounds of wind,
Those texture of the square canvas,

Those flickering of brush
The colors was everywhere on the table,
Appreciate you never will,
Cause you never shows it at all.

A part of my heart left with that canvas,
Those square heart of canvas,
Combination of Pablo Picasso and Theo Van Doesburgh,
The line, shapes, red, blue and yellow combine it together.

I can't describe,
My memories of that painting,
Is fading. Is fading away.

Hoping, you never throw it away
Hoping you always looks at it,
everyday and every night.

Bring it back to me when you never need it again.