Paint Can (A few lyrics from a song I wrote on my guitar)

You have a prosthetic personality

to reconcile your broken sense of originality 

so paint that bullshit gold

It still wont mask the stench and rot of your useless soul

and while you’re at it, paint your smile into a frown

cause I can tell that’s how you feel beneath your crown

(YOU ARE QUEEN OF WHAT? )

You’re a knock off Van Gogh, who wouldn’t spare an ear to listen

You’re a piston in a disappearing system 

And I’ll love you when you stop playing sad clown

, I’ll love you when you put the paint can down.  

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