Painter's Palette

I'm living in a land of make believe, where nothing's as it seems.

It's black and white, and this shade of green doesn't flatter me.

But I'm envious of the life you lead and desperate to change the one that's mine.

In a dark and lonely world, my colors can be deceiving.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And I paint the stars at night.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?

This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.

I don't have that much to give; I don't have that much to take.

But I'll make use of what I can, the world's putty in my hands.

I feel wet tears stream down my face; the skies are crying with me.

The clouds outside are grey, and I feel dull, I don't like to feel this way.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And I paint the stars at night.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?

This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.

I've shattered dreams, I've spread lies.

Destroyed hopes and misled minds.

The word is out, you can't trust me.

It's said I thrive on being greedy.

Close your ears and open your mind

Listen to me, look in my eyes.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And I paint the stars at night.

I paint bright skies, I add color to my own life.

And make a rainbow when I need it.

Because when I hold the brush in my hand, who's to say I have to wait for the rain?

This is my palette, and my life's my own canvas to do as I please.