I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I used 2 be frightened by the devil and drawn 2 those who werenÂŽt afraid
Remember when u told me that love was touching souls? Well, surely u touched mine Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines UÂŽre in my blood like holy wine...uÂŽre so bitter and so sweet I could drink a case of you darling