Friday, January 23, 2015

Painting The Roses Red

You think you have friends
'Cause you try to fit in;
They're always lecturing
You.
You do what they tell you to;
You say what they want you to
You're scared to death
You won't paint all your roses red.
You're painting the roses red, red,
You're painting the roses red, red, red.
You're painting the roses,
You're painting the roses,
You're painting the roses red.
But I love you best when you act like you,
Telling jokes they say they don't get.
Take my hand, let me rescue you;
Stop painting your roses red.
You don't need to paint the roses red, red.
You don't need to paint the roses red, red, red.
You're painting the roses;
You're painting the roses.
No need to paint the roses red.
You put on your makeup like them;
You're trying to dress like them.
But I like you best when you're yourself;
You don't have to look* like anyone else.*
Come on, take my hand, and let's run.
Before they can get to our heads
We'll be gone.
No more painting the roses red.
No more painting the roses red, red,
No more painting the roses red, red, red.
You were painting the roses;
We were painting the roses.
No more painting the roses red.
I used to feel like that;
I thought they were all I had.
I tried changing myself,
But I've changed my mind,
And I promise I'm not
Gonna leave you behind.
I'm not painting my roses red.
I'm done painting the roses red, red,
I'm done painting the roses red, red, red.
I was painting the roses;
I'm done painting the roses.
No more painting the roses red.





*act? be?
*You look like no one else?

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