The colours,
they swirl, they spin and they twirl.
Crashing and laughing and dancing together.
The colours,
they smile, they weep and they cry.
Slowly but surely make painful goodbyes.
The colours are him and the colours are me,
And together we makeup the colours we see.
He sees in red, where I dream in blue.
And if you are unlucky, you'll see colours to.
But you don't get to choose if the colours choose you.
It isn't a choice that most people would do.
For the colours are vibrant, and the colours are bright,
They also scream into your head at night.
The colours,
They taunt you, they chase you, they make choices for you,
And sometimes those choices aren't right.
I love my colours and I'd die for my colours,
But I wish I lived in black and white.
