You must let the colors violate the blackness - Tori Amos .
Smudged lips on paper napkin
Sinks in on empty evening
As the crowds pass by like a black and white movie with sub titles
Like some kind of a picture I never belonged in
Always saving someone’s life
No one ever changing mine
As I walk past 6 and 12
My brown eyes are laced in black mascara and so is my face
No passer by notices
As I’m invisible and I’m late
Late for everything I missed
While I was wasting time .
So I throw away my watch
And fake a smile .
I’m not sure how this movie ends
I’m pretty sure I give up
As I laugh how stupid it all is
Your such a pretty girl they say .
Oh fuck it .
It’s just the way it goes I guess .
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