ColorMe 173, 216, 230

So yea
I'll admit it
I'm pretty happy
things arn't great
probably never will be
but things are good

I'm content
which is good because
that is a
basis for everything

I'll hold on tightly to this
because I have it
which I'm beginning to realize
is really something

I worry
that happiness
is an end for me
that it will
end myself
because this and me
is based on my losses
my lack of ability

I've enjoyed the irony
of my lack of skill being my ability
I hope I still know what I'm doing
otherwise I don't know

I might have to do something drastic
to show I still got nothing left

ColorMe Clear

Alright
I'll admit it
I've taken advantage
of a good thing

I've taken my outlet
the real me
the person inside
and trying to turn it into profit

I've become that which I hate
In order to do what I love?

no, that doesn't make sense
though I'll admit
even this is an attempt
but a last attempt at that

perhaps it's a loss of footing
while trying to scale a mountain
I find comfort at where I am
with my foot dug in deep
pushed in over time
I new sort of warmth sets in
and I have found myself again

now I reach out,
into a scary new world
on a new ledge.
new dangers intact

which is fine,
a comfort zone
brings you nothing
but eventual loss

but here is my err
I try to take with it,
the fancied warmth
of the previous ledge

but my fire is non existent
and my nest is beneath me
the bones are foreign
and just plain odd

so for me to
no
I'm still trying
fuck it

fuck poetic
suave and sexy
I'm lost I'll tell you that
and perhaps that's all I have
All I'll ever have to find my self
is the fact that I'll never find myself

so fuck my ideas
my notions of dreaming
I'll be honest and true
go back to my roots
rip up the pages as I write them
on go on forward

ColorMe Pink

Yea, I could change myself
morph into some the type of person you want
throw a new facade on
become the precious stone you want

and sure, I can be the asshole
the jerk
the substitute for someone you'd want
to satisfy what I feel I want or need

and I'm not done,
still raw in the middle from the last time I got burned

I hope you don't think of me as a game
I know I'm fun
and can keep you entertained
but I think I deserve more the that

I'll hold you tight
keep you warm
wish you well
and whisper into your ear everything you think need to hear

you'll use me like degradable paper
Put me in places no one deserves
preparing for something you want
what you really deserve

when your done
all clean a prepared
I'm tossed aside
ready to be recycled
and used again

and what's most sick abotu this
is me, it was never you
I want to be used
I want to be tortured
I know you don't want me
it would never work
but I still fight

and I'm confused
Used and negleted
I want this to work
show my progress
but I can't
over thinking never works
perhaps I should have quit while I was ahead

ColorMe Gray

Your so stupid,
you godforsaken son of nothing
lighten up
pretend to care

do something that shows your human
alive
of or worth value
to someone other then yourself

a douppelganger sit's alone is in room
crying out to reach someone
someone he knows
can trust

they are all busy
even I
busy
no one has time for the over worked
and under...
well under

to spend a night alone
nothing for comfort but
the idea that sleep with come swiftly
and last long

your body will heal
as sleep is it's savior
but the mind will go weary
for it never truly rests

I'll press your reset button
if I find the time
I'll hold all accountable
as if from a pedestal

I have a complex
but that's not the point
tonight he won't sleep alone
and all will be happy

because trouble will cry out to them no more