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Fold me a tiny blue cardboard coffin and call it a throne The leaves are abandoning the trees Did they have to forsake me too? My fingers will keep bleeding if I won't stop breathing I'm dripping blood red hope Will I ever be the same? Love Could you paint me grey? Force me into a mold? I'm too afraid, not of loss The picture now is more abstract Sometimes a thought can hurt more than an act Love Love The yellows and the reds are bleeding together Dress me up in coats of white to anchor me down I'll never be the same Love Could you paint me grey? Force me into a mold? I'm too afraid, not of loss The picture now is more abstract Sometimes a thought can hurt more than an act Love Love Love Love Love Love Tomorrow is another day So close So far away Tomorrow could be a brighter day Or that's what they told me to say Love Could you paint me grey? Force me into a mold? I'm too afraid, not of loss The picture now is more abstract Sometimes a thought can hurt more than an act Love Love Love Love