All of the pink as it runs down the canvasStripping on down, down, downAs it hits close to the edgePiles trying to keep holding onOh noBut the pressure can't hold on for longNot anymoreSo drop, drip, dropLike the line I drew for youIt carries on dancingSo beautifullyI suppose there are black stains on the paintingWhere I have beenOh no, againThere will be rain to wash them away in timeBut not todayThey will stayOh noStrippingOhYou are my artworkRation of anxietyStrippingOhYou are my artworkRation of anxietyI have no giftI have no giftI have no giftI have no feelings, how can it be hard for you to see?Comprehend that you were an experiment and just a project for meAll my mind and all my heart, they came along and pleased so eagerlyAll my nights, I fantasize how you were fat, but did you know?Oh noStrike the boneYou are my awkwardRation of anxietyStrike the boneYou are my awkwardYou are my awkwardRation of anxietyStrike the boneStrike the boneYou are my awkwardRation of anxietyStrike the boneYou are my awkwardRation of anxietyRation of anxiety