I'm moody
Yeap... I am. And nothing like the Stones in times like these
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
I know it's gonna pass, that it's all gonna fade away. But have you ever wonder how much more can you put up with?
I feel like I'm fed up and this was strike 3 for me. I'm out of the game.
posted by Lena @ 11:43 p. m.
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