sábado, maio 05, 2007

red door



I see a red door
and I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars

And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and
Quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens every day

I look inside myself

See my heart is black
I see my red door
And must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black

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