[Verse] I walked through the fair Sun kissed the day Colors exploding Like fireworks in May Stopped at a booth Caught in the hue The reds so bold The blues so true [Prechorus] Should I ask Or should I stay quiet The question burns My thoughts riot [Chorus] What’s the brand What’s the trick Was I rude Did it stick His colors scream Mine just fade Opaque and vivid The art he made [Verse 2] Mine feel thin Like whispers on glass His stand strong Like echoes that last I fumble my words Awkward and bare Did I come off wrong Do I even dare [Bridge] It’s not the brush It’s not the stroke It’s the soul you pour It’s the words unspoke Still I wonder what made them shine Was it the paint Or a spark divine [Chorus] What’s the brand What’s the trick Was I rude Did it stick His colors scream Mine just fade Opaque and vivid The art he made
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