Yellow
I love yellow
Yellow flowers
Yellow houses
Yellow clothes
But I've never met someone so blue
So used and abused they turn black and purple
Yellow is a happy color
If you eat the paint maybe you'll feel happy inside
It'll make you feel better at least that's what they said
So if I cut myself I'll bleed a happy color
Color blind people see red blood come out of there body
But they are mistaken it's yellow with such beauty
Yellow is a happy color
I can see the pretty blood flow
It's so yellow
I cut, I cut so I can see the prettiness
So yellow
So addicting
So follow me
Follow me into this yellow symphony and you can clearly see that I'm not crazy
Because yellow is a happy color
So I can be happy forever
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