I refuse to conform to the pale colored houses
How much do you know about living?
Surely not as much as you pretend to
You reside in your normailty
You're like everyobody else
Never questioning, just following
How is that working out for you?
Are you really as happy as you seem?
Or is that all an act too?
Living as you do, I couldn't take it
So I will pick up a brush
And I will paint my house all the colors of expression