Valentine was sitting in her room, feeling depressed and just wanted to to be left alone, listening to her favorite Rolling Stones song, Paint It Black, when she heard a knock on the door.

Valentine: "Who's there? And what do you want? I'm not in the mood to talk."

Snuffle: "It's me, your boss and friend, Snuffle. We need to talk, Val."

Valentine: "What is there to talk about? The Receiver of Memory broke up with me, called my friend, Becky, worthless. What else is there to talk about?"

Snuffle: "Come on Val."

Valentine: "No. Now please leave."

Snuffle: *sighs* "Fine. But let me know when you're ready to talk."

Valentine: "I'm not, and I don't want to neither will I want to. Now I ask again, please leave."

Snuffle: "Valentine, you have to talk about this. It's the only way to help you get over it and get it out of your system. If you go too far deep into depression, I'm going to have to medicate you."

Valentine: "No thanks. Again, please leave."

Snuffle: "Alright, I'm leaving. But I am just down the hall if you need me."

Valentine: "Well I don't."

She put her headphones back on and began to sing along to the song, since it was the only thing helping her feel better.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby, it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up, when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

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I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah

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