Paint a tree and watch it sprout into many exceptions

Satire waters turn souls into free lanes

Lanes to ride on and paint on

Pretty in pink reveals roses of a washed up girl

She wears pink to hide her transparent hurt

She's so angry but loves the poeple that made her that way

I'm so jealous of the girls who get to feel your satined care

I'm so jealous of the ones who get to hear your stories

Hell!

I'm so jealous that green doesn't even want to be associated with me

My soul soaks with tears and thinks why aren't I enough

I don't want to think about you but you stay breathing in my head

I don't hate you

I just hate not knowing you