By Matthew Ariaratnam
Paint whatever picture you want of me
The truth will rest within what they see
Chipped and faded Lines
Blankets of dust at the corners and sides
It’s not what it seems
There’s more to me
Don’t try to manipulate
Don’t try to instigate
Don’t try to lie
I know what’s beneath your colourful lines
It’s not what is seems
There’s more to me
I know I’m starting to rust
Chipped coat and cracking crust
I’m fading
I’m fading out
In your mind
I’ll fade right out