Splitch splotch let's add some color
On this old white dollar
Paint it green
paint it red
Add some color on the threads
Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
Oops! Try again
Let the green twine up like a vine
And the reds com bust in to the sky
And in the sky the blues stand proudly
Woven with purples and the greys make it cloudy
The yellows and oranges make pretty petals
And the gold shines like all types of metals
Paint it wide, paint it fast
Paint the picture with your brain
Add some flare add some blacks to make a lines
Like a train
Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
If I can do it you can to
Add some purples
Add some Oranges
Make a peach
Let the green twine up like a vine
And the reds com bust in to the sky
And in the sky the blues stand proudly
Woven with purples and the greys make it cloudy
The yellows and oranges make pretty petals
And the gold shines like all types of metals
Let the black make lines like trains
And purple weave with the blues
let the yellows spark like petals
and mix with red to make a warm sun
Or use white to make a blanket of frost
Whatever you do
use the colors
paint it with your mind
because what your really doing is
Painting a Mural In Your head
On this old white dollar
Paint it green
paint it red
Add some color on the threads
Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
Oops! Try again
Let the green twine up like a vine
And the reds com bust in to the sky
And in the sky the blues stand proudly
Woven with purples and the greys make it cloudy
The yellows and oranges make pretty petals
And the gold shines like all types of metals
Paint it wide, paint it fast
Paint the picture with your brain
Add some flare add some blacks to make a lines
Like a train
Add some yellows
Add some reds
Add some blues
If I can do it you can to
Add some purples
Add some Oranges
Make a peach
Let the green twine up like a vine
And the reds com bust in to the sky
And in the sky the blues stand proudly
Woven with purples and the greys make it cloudy
The yellows and oranges make pretty petals
And the gold shines like all types of metals
Let the black make lines like trains
And purple weave with the blues
let the yellows spark like petals
and mix with red to make a warm sun
Or use white to make a blanket of frost
Whatever you do
use the colors
paint it with your mind
because what your really doing is
Painting a Mural In Your head
First off, to those of you that know me, I haven't posted at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of you that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of you not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly by the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If you guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether or not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
Your heart is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing by you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I love you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot move away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing by you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I love you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot move away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.