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The Coloring Book
When colors match, you don't think much of it
Just two like hues that work together
You think "oh red and blue work well"
And that's it, you don't think any more of it
You don't think of the complexities that went into it
The different colors that went into it
The reflection and trapped light
The colorless abyss when there is no light
Absorbing everything around it leaving nothing
Two people who match, you think nothing of it
You see two people who work together
And think "They look nice together"
You never realize the things underneath
The pains and everything that makes up these people
The different colors that went into each of them
The darkness that blocks them out sometimes
How hard it may be for one of them
Just to touch, to see, to love
We're lost generic colors to the naked eye
But they blended together
They created something new, they painted each other
Painted a mark on one another' hearts
Even if the colors get absorbed into the black
That paint will still be there
And we will just run down the drain
Circling the very eyes of that person
Before going down the drain
Right to their heart
Which pumps the painted colors to every part
Covering the nerve endings
Covering us from pain while we stand
Painted in a landscape together
And you think to yourself
"What a beautiful painting"
And just walk along
Just two like hues that work together
You think "oh red and blue work well"
And that's it, you don't think any more of it
You don't think of the complexities that went into it
The different colors that went into it
The reflection and trapped light
The colorless abyss when there is no light
Absorbing everything around it leaving nothing
Two people who match, you think nothing of it
You see two people who work together
And think "They look nice together"
You never realize the things underneath
The pains and everything that makes up these people
The different colors that went into each of them
The darkness that blocks them out sometimes
How hard it may be for one of them
Just to touch, to see, to love
We're lost generic colors to the naked eye
But they blended together
They created something new, they painted each other
Painted a mark on one another' hearts
Even if the colors get absorbed into the black
That paint will still be there
And we will just run down the drain
Circling the very eyes of that person
Before going down the drain
Right to their heart
Which pumps the painted colors to every part
Covering the nerve endings
Covering us from pain while we stand
Painted in a landscape together
And you think to yourself
"What a beautiful painting"
And just walk along
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