My colours blends for my innocence
trying to make something great
But after all is just the shame
of a frsutrated overcome
All i painted
on the Universal curtain
but whats there behind?
sometimes i cant wait
because maybe is a better place to play
Some might say there is a plane
that takes you to your favourite place
but all i hear is the silence
of that endless hushed up pain
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