In a multi-spectrum of color
I fade to grey
Too complex for one hue
I assume attributes of each shade
My palette is rich in tones most won't perceive
My heart is a paintbrush
Watch as it steadily bleeds
Color me confused
Staining the canvas in disbelief
Misinterpreting the patterns while I keep repeating history
I've got a waste basket that's full of crumpled leaves
Torn from a notebook worn around the edges just like me
Hold up I'm so shook, but I try my hardest
Regardless of how bad of an artist I might be
I got a pocket full of hope and a head full of dreams
And I know if I keep pushing on
One day they'll be achieved
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