Colors of a Bruise

Like a child, crayon in hand, youre out of line again 
And youre colors are untrue 
You make the border disappear like it was never even there 
To justify the things you do

The red comes washing down 
And this time there's no white to be found 
I'm reaching out to you
To take your color

So grab your paintbrush now's the time to showcase your pain
And all inferiority 
Your eyes they speak your eyes they meet 
Everything and everyone 
They feel your sense of jealousy