Who painted the sky blue?
The color of true, color given of sadness not jus passing through
Who painted the sky?
With clouds in the shape of hearts
Starting out in perfect twine ending in ripped apart
Who painted the sky?
Not telling a lie, the only question asked is why?
Why is the sky like glue, it makes my eyes stick on always being with you
Who paints the sky?
Why not pink, just for once to stop and think
But the sky is blue and I will not blink
I need to know who paints the sky
I fall to my knees and I cry
Trust is broke, life is a lie
Paint my sky black, with a shade of gray
Will blue skies come back some day?
Rain pours down
Tears stream as my face twist into a frown
Darkened night I lay and cry
Never answered when I asked why
World is shattered and full of lies
The sky is blue the color of true, color given of sadness not jus passing through
Eyes worn, spirit torn
Love, love me before I die
But first please tell me:
Who paints the sky?