Listen To the Colors
Inside my head in my brain is a gob stopper
The candy center can hide my pain
The different colors control me be to be sane
Today I’m sad and blue tomorrow I might be red on fire
Listen to the colors
Imagine playing twister inside your head
Spin a color to effect everything you’ve said
Have gotten so tired that you got wired on caffeine
Then you heard talking in your head
That you not too sure you said
x3 I’m not paranoid
Isolated in my mind
I’m sure here what I’ll find
This world we live in can be so unkind
Rewind back to what I heard
When I’m alive they try and tell me I’m dead
X3 I’m not paranoid
The more I think the more I say
Things aren’t supposed to be this way
You feel alone and up tight
When your sunshine day turns into a black night
Racing thoughts turned blood red to stop in my brain dead
As the colors change I begin to numb the pain
A little smoke to keep me sane
X3 I’m just paranoid
There’s got to be another way.
To calm my thoughts and they say
Smoking this herb can’t be the only answer
My stress eats at my body like a cancer
How do I escape the problems in my mind?
X2 I find I have to talk about it.
X3 I used to be paranoid
Now I’m just annoyed
(Sung slowly to close song) inside my head my brain is just a gob stopper.
Copyright © Justin Smith | Year Posted 2007
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