I look around my room what do I see
Posters and a champagne bottle vase
Old records and pictures that I’ve taken
Over the years that have gone past
Lying on my make up stained pillows with
Police tape hanging on the wall behind me
I want to search for the words to write but
I’m trapped by the four walls that define me

Seven shades of me
Can’t be all that I am
I’ve travelled the world
And been back again
When I picture my life
All that I can see
Is pieces of the puzzle
Seven shades of me

I can lie in my bedroom for hours
And write the same words again and again
I can’t put my memories onto paper
So I just waste the ink in my pen
The girl that I was is only part of me
Her story was simple with no shades of gray
But with my new pictures the room is brighter
I just wish I could write about those days

Seven shades of me
Can’t be all that I am
I’ve travelled the world
And been back again
When I picture my life
All that I can see
Is pieces of the puzzle
Seven shades of me

I have added new colour to my old black and white life
But that’s not what I write
The places I have been, the things I have seen
I have travelled the world
But I can’t put it into words

Seven shades of me
Can’t be all that I am
I’ve travelled the world
And been back again
When I picture my life
All that I can see
Is pieces of the puzzle
Seven shades of me

Love
Roxanne