Abigail A.
I’ll tell ya - Life for me ain’t no new box of crayons.
I’ll tell ya - Life for me ain’t no new box of crayons.
It’s been deprived of color,
It’s been deprived of color,
And lost it’s trail of magic,
And lost it’s trail of magic,
It’s had Grimy green’s
It’s had Grimy green’s
And Broken blues.
And Broken blues.
Just plain nasty and gross.
Just plain nasty and gross.
Yet -
Yet -
I keep using them,
I keep using them,
I don’t wanna change me, and
I don’t wanna change me, and
Don’t go buy yourself one for nothin
Don’t go buy yourself one for nothin
Then know
Then know
My life ain’t been no new box of crayons
My life ain’t been no new box of crayons
I ain’t have no Tickle my toes pink
I ain’t have no Tickle my toes pink
Or Mellow yellow,
Or Mellow yellow,
I just got browns and greys,
I just got browns and greys,
Yet they are bright in their own ways.
Yet they are bright in their own ways.
Because even though they may be dull,
Because even though they may be dull,
Gross and pointless,
Gross and pointless,
I keep using them.
I keep using them.
Since,
Since,
Life for me, ain’t been no new box of crayons.
Life for me, ain’t been no new box of crayons.