Paint Me

PAINT ME am sick but not scared, for death has feared me, since a hundred years ago. travelling the world has not scared me, but having to run away when years pass by and I still hold my beauty am tired but not weak for strength has always been me and when it shines so brightly I hate my ridiculous life am human but impossible with a heart but I feel dead my blood runs in my veins but it never feels hot paint me for all you want but not a monster running for your heart won't be just enough for now that am sick I need you human