Exceptional Feeling sorry for yourself? Pity Party by Boogienights

If I were a painting  my colors would run Infused with raindrops dust and mud Faded from the sun and spotted with blood If I were a painting  my colors would run If I were music I would play out of tune a cold melody that would fade into gloom A melancholy dirge that is filled up  with doom If I were music I would play out of tune If I were a used book that someone had bought with pages torn out they can't follow the plot Lining parakeet cages would be my lot If I were a used book that someone had bought If I were a child  an orphan I'd be No bed time stories or sweet hugs for me No mother around  to give comfort so free If I were a child  an orphan I'd be If I were a woman  at the end of her rope seeking answers that  don't lie in liquor and dope Will those pills in the  drawer help? I'm betting they won't  If I were a woman  at the end of her rope If I were to die I might be a ghost haunting a mansion or a graveyard at most I'd surely be stuck here no heavenly host If I were to die I might be a ghost So where does  that leave me? I really don't know With a painted on smile whose cracks start to show That's all the time I have now I really must go I'll see you all here  next time At my private pity show Recognized

© Copyright 2024. Boogienights All rights reserved. Boogienights has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.