How does she still think she is that to me
How does she not see
That I took that card away from her possession
After I made my confession
And she screamed into the wind
And told me that I sinned
Metaphorically whipped me with a chain
When I had the audacity to rain
All over the fields I grew up on
Now most of the grass is gone
But the green is still there
And she’s still trying to show me that she care
As she clicks the clasp on the lock
And tells me everything that I’m not 
Like colouring outside the lines
I’ll always be the artist undefined
Under the make up that she craves
And the lies she thinks that saves
A soul from the perish
But if I was something that you cherish
You wouldn’t batter me blue
Then expect me to say that I love you 

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