Drawing your life, you happened to trace me. I don’t
know why though.
Tracing your destiny, I happened to draw thee. I don’t
know how though.
You started coloring my soul by giving hope, joy and
dreams.
While you were trying to do the same with yourself
surrounded by fiends.
You’re too modest to admit it but you deserve a break.
If not, you’ll only be suffering sorrow and confusion
till you break.
It’s okay artist I’ll draw for you.
It’s simple artist I’ll work near you.
It’s fine artist I’ll cry with you.
Never forget it’s okay to cry one day or two.
Just remember that to get green you mix yellow with
blue.
But there only will be one to use, the “color” true.
Just like green that hopes you find the five-letter
answer that is You.
If that fails, make memory and sing your favorite
songs.
You’ve been dealing with bad guys
Like really pretty rough guys.
So, if you need it you just call me
I don’t care that you are drunk.
You started to realize not all is sugar
but you move mountains on your own, don’t need
nobody’s help.
However, baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
To keep you from getting whatever you wish.
I’m sure you’ll make everything easy like Sunday
morning
achieving what you actually are; bliss.
