She Paints With paint and a brush, she draws a line In her mind of some point further back in time But the colors just blur and drip off the page With shades of red she paints her blank slate with rage On rainy days she paints black and grey Over memories of faces begging her to stay But she's run out of paint for those people to see, She paints in her mind places she'd rather be.
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