Drown In Colour

A fat security making place for me Soon as I touch down in old L.A. He said, "Oh, my God, you look just like Shakira! No, no, you're Catherine Zeta." "Actually, my name's Marina."

The regrets are useless in my mind She’s in my head I must confess The regrets are useless in my mind She’s in my head From so long ago

So I guess the fortune teller’s right I should’ve seen just what was there And not some holy light It crawled beneath my veins and now I don’t care, I have no luck I don’t miss it all that much

I wasn't made to understand I've given up my name, forgotten where I stand Sometimes I don't know who I am I used to feel so scared, I used to hold your hand I'm so sick of playing favourites, sick of being scared

Maybe it's not my weekend But it's gonna be my year And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere And this is my reaction To everything I fear Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here

You're so good at stretching the truth into a sugar-coated lie Everyone takes a bite I have been dining with the enemy It was a wolf in sheep's clothing Now it's so clear to me

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First time that I've drawn a picture like this, but I'm rather pleased with how it finished up.

Met this lovely individual when I found her laptop on a bus one day and managed to return it to her. Of course, upon meeting her I couldn't not draw her.

There was so much flavour in this picture that I just had to draw it

A simple portrait of a beautiful young lady.

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Hold my drink, this just got physical I'm on a new wave, it’s getting visceral Going toe to toe to see how you go I'm in pain, say yes this is painful

You want it, you got it You've always been such a waste of time You want it, you got it A friend of yours is no friend of mine You want it, you got it When will you act your age You want it, you got it You're the reason things have to change

So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed

I miss your family and I miss all our friends If you had to do it over would you do it over again? Cause I would, it means something more to me There's a hole in my heart where you used to be

An extraordinary person who I had the fortune of meeting whilst in Melbourne