And I took some acrylic
And I painted heart black,
You know, this stylish and serious color,
And I put new clothes I couldn't connect,
And I thought that the "less was more".
I adjusted my mind, I checked my age,
And I thought I was stylish lady.
I walked on heels and I started new page,
World will take me serious, maybe.
But the heart was bleeding in a big red drops,
And my fake smile was slightly fading,
Who was I? Was I still myself?
Or was I "fashion bimbo in trading"?
And my mind was bursting, and colors leaked thorough
All over my freshly adopted clothes.
I looked in the mirror, and I saw I was back
My colors palette was free and exposed... Forever rebel...