These words are a canvas
These lines are the paints
Metaphores and thoughts do create
Devastating art, its far to late
One lines purple, this other is green
This one is dying, the other is thriving
So paint this world with my colors
All this time its been so smothered
Purple is faded and so grey
Green is vibrant and afraid
Red is selfish and misbehaves
Yellow can cause dissaray
Blue hides from its past
And orange burns from the pain
So much hurt on this tree
Please just let them be
So paint this world with my colors
All this time they've been so smothered
One is used so much more
But this other one is so Damn bored
Paint this world with my colors
And paint a picture of
This New World
Screams of terror and joyful cries
Vibrant shades form some ties
The brush causes aches
Art causes pains
These poor colors
Can't be saved
These poor colors
Can't be saved
So paint this world with my colors
All this time its been so smothered
One is used so much more
But this other one is so Damn bored
So paint this world with my colors
And paint
A whole new world