Luyện nghe bài hát Color My World Mine

I once met a man who trained himself not to
What he to have seen was a glimpse of everything
He's been painting pictures on since age thirteen
And claims he exists in the mind of a higher being
And I enjoy his mostly scenic landscapes
But each one is focused on an easel where the man paints himself painting
And all that's in his visual
He said was the only way he could make himself real
Ever since he remember, he had one nightmare reoccur
But about ten years ago, it didn't matter
It consisted of loud, distorted sounds off the concrete
He ran on top of it in attempt to a ladder
Now sometimes, he'd get so close but never his destination
Which caused him much frustration 'cause he know what it meant
And by the end of the dream, he saw the scene a bird's eye
Only to witness his dead body laying on the

It was only to witness his body laying on the cement
At it freaked him out, but after a while he grew content
So he thought, "It's just a dream," and kept his life
Writing his soul on the canvas it sheds his planet light
And it goes on and on like space and time, ain't odd
It's not that he believe, he just didn't approve of God
His was one I couldn't comprehend
'Till I stopped being detective and to him as a friend
He

He once saw a painting that told his whole life
It was then he knew he was the art of divinity
He once saw a painting told his whole life story
A brush stroke of the gods made him one note in their
He once saw a that told his whole life story
He for himself and not the rest of humanity
He once saw a painting that told his whole life
And I realize I'm not real
God imagined me

It's like I
About ten years ago, the event that changed his reality
Took on his monthly trip to the local art gallery
It was there where he studied his
And where he nearly carried his sanity to a hole and buried it forever
It was a mysterious day
The was almost empty
And he got chills his spine just being present in the scene
On the wall, there was a that looked familiar
And he got close, his heart stopped
he saw it was a painting of his dream
It was a of his dream
His body on a
By a to an airplane with its propellers spinning
Which accounted for the loud
The match up was
And that was the day he stopped believing in
He resented his
I mean, words can't
must have went on in his brain while he stared into a frame
Of a work of art he created and was at the same time
The mind can't handle that much, just insane
It's like reading a where each words describe your thoughts
And in quotations, it reads whatever you say you talk
You think it happen
But it did
I guess surprisingly wide cracks in each life's sidewalk
He upon an answer when he never had a question
And decided to stop dreaming to his mental health
Now he talks to people
Just stays in his
Writing infinity, by himself
himself
This is a strange
Is it all just a
In the real universe, is my useless?
Are we really something a higher made up?
A figment of imagination colored by a paintbrush?
all of our art creates the fate of other beings
Then every in ever novel thinks it's alive and were just gods
blindly
Just a
I don't know it means
But that's the story of the man who trained himself not to

He once saw a paining that his whole life story
He witnessed the of the word "existing"
He saw a painting that told his whole life story
He colored his world theirs, and concluded he living
He once saw a painting that told his life story
The variable that all that is is art
And when I my eyes, I see eternity as a story
A God imagined the God imagined me
And I am God
And so on