[Danny Joey]
Meet this 13 year old girl, they call her Candy Lone
She hates Valeberg school but it's better than home
The best part of the day is visiting her friend's big house
Where they could paint freely without dogs running around
See back at home there's 5 dogs more stressful that cute
‘Cause the cupboards are full of dog food; never meals or fruit
And living with her single mother in a council property
Her mom said “we'll move out – when we win the lottery”
She saw her mom as strict but she was trying to be protective
Short curfews and everything seen from one perspective
Now while milk and bread are a luxury to have
This limited daily ration eventually made the girl sad ‘cause
She wanted to move out, start a life independently
But she knew to break free she'd have to do it sensibly
A little patience and it will come together easily
But she got depressed more and more as she thought of this frequently
She seemed the only one to disconnect from her community
But what could one expect from such lack of opportunity?
One friend got a job, and another got a car
But all her mom could offer was a wish upon a star
So let's move this story along just a little bit
To when she was trying to remain calm but losing her grip
And all that she could paint was the violence in her head
But nobody wanted to look at the bloodshed
A rough little doodle of a pink unicorn
Wins the public approval and her heart is torn
She felt alienated that these people were so robotic
Looked again at the painting and thought it was ironic
That she could find love in the darkest of places
Whilst everybody else admired the style that was tasteless
There was nothing she could do to just make them see
So she suffered in silence like she was destined to be
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[Danny Joey]
By the time she hit 16, she finally felt alive
When she made the first painting that made her feel pride
But she kept it a secret, for future ammo
Maybe make a new edition, or just keep it in the shadows
‘Cause she knew the paintings would only get better
Even though she was homeless, she just brushed it off as pressure
She didn't want her artwork sold off to museums
She just wanted to show people who related to the feelings
Of knowing how it feels to be caged and restricted
Not following authority and being free-thinking
Knowing that the ignored suffer while the rich live in bliss
And hoping somewhere there'd be others that think like this:
“If I was born as unfortunate, I should be caged from birth
Instead of the torture of seeing a normal person's worth
Instead of dreaming on, able to do nothing about it
Instead of using silent paints to make a pain mountain”
Now 20 years old with a house-share to rent
Finally working again, but only as a temp'
She walks along the cold, cracked, grey pavement
When some drunk lads walked past and one of them dismayed her
“She's so skinny and goofy, she looks like a rat”
By this she was hurt a little, but faced the facts
Behind the branded clothes and lonely ego
There's an insecure, lost boy who feels the need to glee-show
Skip to when she's 23 – still skinny and broke
Almost enough paintings for a shop but she lacks any hope
Most of her paintings were almost perfect
Or at least she thought; only she could give the verdict
She considered suicide, leaving the paintings with purpose
But she knew if she died, the paintings become worthless
Because what's a painting without an admirer?
And that's when she knew that from dirt comes the diamonds