.Orange.Cryanon.
You confuse me like the smell of an orange crayon
I have no control at all
You use me like an orange crayon
Wear me down like you did
On that drawing of the sun
Pinned up on your bedroom wall
You rub me down, you wear me down
you break me and leave me on the ground
You confuse me like the smell of an orange crayon
I have no control at all
You shove me in your little box
and put me in your pocket
I cannot move, i'm being used, I'm trying to be bold
Stop doing this, i am not your personal crayola!
You rub me down, you wear me down
you break me and leave me on the ground
you use me like an orange crayon
you confuse me like the smell of an orange crayon
I am not yours
(take me off of your wall)