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So no oneâs nice enough to paint your face
With red or blue or black or white
A snapshot of your truer you
To show you what no mirror can do
I do it myself, but I donât like myself
But if anyone knows you know yourself
Can I come close enough to rescue me
Iâm pretty sure what the colour will be
Will I stay sane, will I be framed?
Will I look cool, will I be ashamed?
Nightfall dark or morning bright?
I think Iâll choose the colour of night
I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes
Selfportrayed in indigo
I paint me a picture, with depressive strokes so bold
Selfportrayed in indigo
Greyâs the skin â hanging eyes
Sick and thin â not so nice
Uncut nails â hair has died
Stressed and frail â I look so tired
Here you are, discolouration
Canât believe that this is me
A bum and freak, abomination
Forget about all vanity
Canvas tales of seven sins
The fucking face of an evil twin
I look like horror, look like fear
Like I havenât slept for a hundred years
When I die â when I am dead
Bury me â when life has fled
In return â I give to you
A little gift â of black and blue
Sing a song â party on
Have one on me â drink and breathe
In the days â that will pass
Remember me â who I was