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So no one’s nice enough to paint your face

With red or blue or black or white

A snapshot of your truer you

To show you what no mirror can do

I do it myself, but I don’t like myself

But if anyone knows you know yourself

Can I come close enough to rescue me

I’m pretty sure what the colour will be

Will I stay sane, will I be framed?

Will I look cool, will I be ashamed?

Nightfall dark or morning bright?

I think I’ll choose the colour of night

I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes

Selfportrayed in indigo

I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes so bold

Selfportrayed in indigo

Grey’s the skin – hanging eyes

Sick and thin – not so nice

Uncut nails – hair has died

Stressed and frail – I look so tired

Here you are, discolouration

Can’t believe that this is me

A bum and freak, abomination

Forget about all vanity

Canvas tales of seven sins

The fucking face of an evil twin

I look like horror, look like fear

Like I haven’t slept for a hundred years

When I die – when I am dead

Bury me – when life has fled

In return – I give to you

A little gift – of black and blue

Sing a song – party on

Have one on me – drink and breathe

In the days – that will pass

Remember me – who I was