Painting This...
I paint around my innocence
so there won't be a random judge;
it takes some work on your part
to get into
my nucleus.
I'm sorry about my secret;
I live in shame and loss
of self-respect.
How terrible, and unforgiving!
I cannot give my gift.
One can't be free
if one is hiding,
one just exists
in wasting time.
I did my best
to cover this!
Being lovely
was my crime.
So you may cut me off -
if you wish, then call it dead.
I only did my best
but it was never right, this head.
One can't be free
if one is hiding,
one just exists
in wasting time.
I did my best
to cover this!
Being lovely
was my crime.
so there won't be a random judge;
it takes some work on your part
to get into
my nucleus.
I'm sorry about my secret;
I live in shame and loss
of self-respect.
How terrible, and unforgiving!
I cannot give my gift.
One can't be free
if one is hiding,
one just exists
in wasting time.
I did my best
to cover this!
Being lovely
was my crime.
So you may cut me off -
if you wish, then call it dead.
I only did my best
but it was never right, this head.
One can't be free
if one is hiding,
one just exists
in wasting time.
I did my best
to cover this!
Being lovely
was my crime.
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