the colors have built up in my mind
  they're bleeding through my heart
  and nobody knows that they exist
  look at my bursted veins
  now do you see the red in me
  it's a sign for the end
    only the end of the red
  will show you my blue side
    i've been given my brush and plate
  but where will i paint my life
  and will the buyer in the sky
  believe in what i dream
  and it's so hard for me to explain
  what i will miss
  to myself