My Third Painting Ever
December 15th, 2009 by *ScarlettI don’t fancy myself a painter but felt the need to paint lately.. yes I am strange like that. The text is crooked, I spilled
paint and dropped a paint brush on it, the colors bled but that’s okay. It would look a lot better if I fixed it up, but the task was a self portrait and I like to think of myself as beautifully flawed (hey, shut up, confidence is good!). At the particular point when I started this, I took it literally to mean “yourself right now” and alas we all know that I am a heartbroken little mess. Despite the level of sheer cruelty and how much I was taken advantage of, I cannot help but have a certain sense of loyalty to you know who. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that it must be easier for a man to lose a child than it is the woman carrying it, but still it stings a bit to know that my loyalty was misplaced like the truth in a sea of lies (If only I knew how to paint that one!) That’s where the lyrics come in, I figured that all black would be a tad depressing, and so I though how about some shiny silver lyrics. Now again, I know the text is crooked and thus hard to read from a picture, but in the event you are curious it says:
“Let’s take a blast to the moon baby, I sit around wishing you well. how I’m craving you, yeah! Every time I’m near you, I always wanna swallow you down, I’ll be right here if ya’ need me. In my life, I’ll need you here, don’t ask why, I’ll never disappear! why is it everyday that I feel the pain? Let’s take a trip to the stars far away where were you when I was down? Staring into the dead! Dead! my pain is caused by my pleasure and my soul mate lives in your body. I can’t get you out of my head. It never goes away. In my life I’ll need you here, don’t ask why, I’ll never disappear. In your eyes you can bid me farwell but don’t ever try to understand the situation why is it everyday that I feel the pain?”
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My main goal in life is to be unconditionally happy. My every action and consequently non-action, is governed by this rule. This causes people to judge me… sometimes fairly, most times not.