Colours laugh and colours cry,
Turn out the lights and colous die,
You and I we both know well,
Each has it's own story to tell.

In this story, one of such pitty,
The colours you see might not be pretty,
Not everyone gets it, how colours bend,
Eyes may see it but does the mind comprehend.

Roses are red, blood is red too,
If your hearts been broken, you've felt it to.
Grass is greener on the other side,
''I love you'' she said, so easy she lied.

Poeple don't get it or i cant let them see,
Besides all the passion she was what made me.
Made me get up gave me feelings emotion,
Without her I'm dying and I can't find the potion.

With years tears may dry and memories fade,
But same is the pain of broken promises made,
I live with the hope of winds, to see joy made,
To turn my skies to blue which have always been grayed.

I can't sing songs of sadness, for me they mean hope,
Hope keeps you sane, makes a man cope,
Keeps a broken heart falling off a steep slope,
And Stops you from using a metre of rope.