At First,
In The Beginning After We Met
You Started Painting My Heart Red
With A Fresh Fluffiness Paintbrush
You've Shown Me Your Softness
Gave Me All Of Your Tenderness
I Loved Those Affections
Then,
Later When There's Some Changes In You
You Suddenly Began Painting My Heart Blue
With A Dry And Worn Out Paintbrush
You Showed Me Part Of Your Craziness
Left Me In The World Of The Sadness
I Hated Those Afflictions
Now,
At Last To This Moment Of The Lacks
You've Been Painting My Heart Black
With A Stiff Razor-Like Paintbrush
You're Showing Me The True Darkness
Giving Me Great Deal Of The Madness
I Understand Those Inflictions
But, It's Too Much Of The Pain
Because My Heart Is Breaking
Like My Heart Is Locked In Chains
Will You Please Stop Painting?