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
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