Chromatica
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Every day is more of the same thing
Tossed aside like unfinished art
Guarantee your heart is a plaything
Waiting to tear apart
Draw a line and wait for the ending
Unintended, mended and sewn
Every day's a little longer
When you're all alone
And the mood turned around with the sky raining down
All the colors of emotions, where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate and purple negates
The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint
And the green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and
Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile and
Orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and
The vials were depleted with a lot more to try
Every tale requires an ending
Not quite sure what happened to mine
No more need to keep on pretending
I'm not a special guy
Need a hand to keep on defending
All the worlds set out to make?
Every day's a little a little longer
When your courage breaks
Take me away, show me a better place
I found myself drifting through space
The stars talk to me every day
Telling me all the things you create
I saw a kaleidoscope
You felt regret and pain
I've seen the stories of a lifetime
And I want you to feel the same
And the mood turned around with the sky raining down
All the colors of emotions, where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate, and purple negates
The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint
And the green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and
Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile and
Orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and
The vials were depleted with a lot more to try
And the mood turned around with the sky raining down
All the colors of emotions, where I happily drown and
Red turned to hate, and purple negates
The never ending sorrow of the navy blue paint
And the green gave a smile, so bright-eyed and wild and
Tangled up beside yellow, with love and with wile and
Orange told a lie, so cunning and sly and
The vials were depleted with a lot more to try
And the song played a sound so vibrant and loud
All the style went out of fashion as we danced through the crowd and
Well spent was praise in cheerful amaze
Staring at the final product that we worked on for days
And the words scattered bright on pages of white
Spinning tapestries of imagery we spun in our mind and
Art makes me fly with creative pride and
Without the paint and colors I would burn out and die