Текст песни It Ends With Red, Violet And Orange - Drew Danburry

I'm so sick of this scene
In this act in this play
I'm just the scenery
But I always seem to stand in the way
Mark up the sidewalk with colored chalk
So you can hop everywhere
Instead of always having to take a walk
Take the shortcut but it leaves a rut
Both parties are found partying
But she's the one called a slut
We're all found guilty but refuse to take the blame
And we're too weak to be unique
And too scared to face cleansing rain

I'll face it, I'll face it
So here I go alone
But I'll make it, yeah, I'll make it
Without you I am not
Now I know what it means
To be alone and read
With that idealistic brush
That the writer he hands to me
I'm painting everything
I feel to observe and see
Like if it's watercolor
Then call me the Joseph Turner
Of word imagery

So lets dance around
The festering splinters left behind
Being issues of why we choose to engage in
Conversations avoiding confrontations
Filled with all the reasons
Of why we decide to hate
Someone's differences that make them who they are
As we justify tearing their world down with their
State of mind and state of being
But we're not seeing
That every pair of
Eyes comes in a different shape
Our chance for happiness
Will come in a different form
Shape and way

One day I hope to wake and find
I been dreaming this whole time
Or maybe this is just a play in which we act
Or maybe we forgot just where we're from
Or we forgot just where we're at
But if I wake, will I remember you?
'Cause I'd tell all my friends of this girl I knew
A dream come true

Kissing without intentions of true love
Is by far the worst deceit
You think you're the one receiving
But it's your soul you cheat
You lie to yourself
And those you truly love
And when you meet that special one
You'll find that you have none
No love to give
'Cause you'll have used it up
And in the meantime you've become the victim
Of your own lust