Black is dark, and in the dark something can lurk. And black is as dark as my nails, and my nails is as dark as my heels. And my heals are as dark as my beautiful dress, where my head rest. And on my head are a little strands of black, but my hair is mostly brown, so the black lacks. And black is as black as that shiny car over there, the one that that woman''s in with black hair. Black is as black as the sky at night. Black is as dark as the ally that sometimes through you have to fight. Black is as black as the black ballon with the string hanging from it from across the room. Black is as black as the printed black words on your white paper. Black isas black as your black strips. As black as your purse, as black as your leather jacket, black is as black as your shoes, black is as black as that fake rose on your head. Black is...black. Black is...beautiful.
"When you feel like you''re the only one that''s hurting just remember you''re not there are many people out there..."