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Coloring Life

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By fma-edwardelric   |   Watch
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Published: November 28, 2010
What else do I have to change
To get your attention,
Without being strange?
What things do I have to say?
But it won't happen anyway...

I just can't stop being strange for you,
Doing things I wouldn't usually do.
Saying things that I'll regret,
Nothing that I won't forget.

But I know that it's all useless,
I couldn't change to get your respect.
And I know that I can't help it,
It's so easy to infect.

A mind is lost at least every day
Just for some love to decay.
And I know it's no consolation,
But you should know that it's always done
Everyday.

I just can't stop being strange for you,
Doing things I don't usually do.
Saying things that I'll regret,
Nothing that I won't forget.

I'm finding it hard to explain,
Living on paper that is so plain.
I'm ready to color it,
Here's some crayons...
But it seems that you don't understand.

I'm always just trying to change for you,
And you just don't know what to do
Because I'm ready for change,
I can change
I can change.
You just don't want to rearrange
You're perfect little life.

I just can't stop being strange for you,
Doing things I don't usually do.
Saying things that I'll regret,
Nothing that I won't forget.
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I'm not sure, honestly.
ewwd456's avatar
seems like it were u thinking of somebody u like when u wrote it?
fma-edwardelric's avatar
No, it's not about anybody I know. A lot of them are, but this one's not.
ewwd456's avatar
ok... i never said it was bout somebody u no and u might have subconsciously been thinking...
ewwd456's avatar
u can do something and think ur doing it for a specific reason but ur subconscious is when u do something with out realizing it.
fma-edwardelric's avatar
okay then. Well, I was just writing... :/
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