COLOURS
Best before last year - Colours

The colours in my hands
They seem to burn right through
Through my hardened skin
Hardened by black and white

I get sick of
All the lightness
I want to sink back
Into the darkness, I
Regret folding my hands
I want to re-do what I have done

I open up my hands again
The colours are dripping out
Black and white have taken over again
My legs fail to keep me standing

I get sick of
All the lightness
I want to sink back
Into the darkness, I
Regret folding my hands
I want to re-do what I have done

I lay the flowers back where they belong
Ready to spread all their colours
I've seen the light in them and now I know
I know that this is who I want to be

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I get sick of
All the lightness
I want to sink back
Into the darkness, I
Regret folding my hands
I want to re-do what I have done

I get sick of
All the lightness
I want to sink back
Into the darkness, I
Regret folding my hands
I want to re-do what I have done

I get sick of
All the lightness
I want to sink back
Into the darkness, I
Regret folding my hands
I want to re-do what I have done