I paint my nails black.
I dye my hair a darker shade of brown.
Cause you said you like your women dark, and Spanish and proud.
You’d paint the sky black.
You said if you could have your way.
You’d let the sky run into day. So it would suit the mood of your soul.
Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue.
What can I do?
Life is magnificent, but it makes no sense to you.
I forgot to tell you guys.
I draw a little