If orange were red
And red were blue
Would you look at me
If I said I was you
If the truth were a lie
And a lie were a joke
Could you tell my painting
But by the stroke
Cause you plagiarized
And you stole from me
Now a lie you are
And shall ever be
When the sun gets mad
Orange turns to red
And the strokes on the canvas
Is where I bleed
Now you are me
And I got what I’m due
And a joke is a joke
Cause I stole from you too
2007-08-08
14:26:29
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3 answers
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asked by
ignoramus_the_great
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
I'm kind of stressed from the day and bored with the night. Do you mind if I share a little of my plight. I have nothing to do, but to blow off some steam, and scream in the nightmare that used to be my dream.
2007-08-08
14:28:51 ·
update #1