Paint the roses red...
Paint the roses red...
Sometimes, I wonder if I have gone mad.
Make it red!
No, blue!
Ignoring the colors that I love in my own story.
It's not always black and white.
The mystery of the sheep. They pace back and through, mixing white and black to an ugly, yet beautiful gray. And that's when I asked myself, what if I paint the sheep? Dye them into the color I want them to be?
Paint the roses red.
Make it red-
No, blue!
It's not always black and white.
I paint all the black away, to a drippy, innocent white. Some black still shows, but that's okay, that's okay!
Paint the sheep red to show my anger.
Blue for the sadness.
White to know what color will be lighter- which sheep seems happier than the others.
PAINT THE ROSES RED.
MAKE IT RED,
NO BLUE!
Sometimes I wonder if I'm going crazy. But we all have to be a little crazy, a little strange, to live in this world. If we don't...
Then, isn't that strange? Crazy?
P A I N T T H E R O S E S R E D !
I want an answer. I really do! What's wrong with me? Why do I act this way?
Then the sheep baa why does it matter? You're happy, aren't you?
Why does it matter? Curious to see that my sheep think that way now.
It has all been painted white. But somewhere, a red burns blue, longing for the one thing I have thought I have wanted.
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