COLOR ME BAD LIKE 50 SHADES OF GRAY WHEN I'M SITTING UP ON A PEDESTAL,
HIGH ABOVE DANGEROUS WATERS WHILE THE TIDE IS LOOKING AWFULLY INCREDIBLE...
DON'T LET ME FALL OFF CAUSE THIS TIME I MAY SURELY DROWN,
EYES WIDE SHUT BUT I WANNA SEE HOW DEATH LOOK WHEN HE ACTUALLY DOES SMILE...
WOULD HE LOOK AT ME WITH WICKED CURIOSITY,
SMELL THE TEARS IN MY SOUL THEN SUCK THE LIFE RIGHT UP OUTTA ME...
MORNING CONTRACTIONS LIKE WHEN I ABORTED ALL MY FAMOUS MEMORIES,
FADING OFF OF THE CANVAS BUT AIN'T NOBODY HEARING ME...
I WONDER DO VIOLETS REALLY BLOOM LIKE PRINCE SAID THEY WOULD WHEN DOVES STARTED TO CRY,
OR DO THEY SPROUT FOR A MOMENT BEFORE THEY DECIDE TO WILT UP AND DIE...
MAYBE I AM JUST LIKE MY MOTHER WITH MY FATHER'S CHARACTERISTICS,
TRYING TO BRING COLOR BACK TO MY LIFE WITH EXTRAORDINARY LINGUISTICS....
(( BUT IN THE MEAN TIME I'M FADED TO BLACK ))
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