When i look at you, i feel like I'm in the middle of the ocean.
Because every time you move it feels like I'm drowning..

How do you want me to give my love to someone else if you took it all?

You said the world was full of all kind of colors.
And that I was the perfect canvas.
I believed you were the best artist.
But the only colors you used were black and red.

All of the books on my shelf.
All the books I have not read.
All of the stories I have never lived.
All they do is impress.
All I ever wanted was you.
All you ever needed was them.
All I desire is a literature lover like you.
Yet all I have is hope.
Because where there is love,
Hope is too.

The world changes when you start believing in your own story.

There's an evil, selfish part of me
that doesn't want my scars to fade.
It's that part of me that smiles
when it sees the 'progress' I've made.

It lives in the back of my mind
where my conscience goes to cry.
There are too many spiders to see
it's where my monsters go to die.

And that dark place, however
may just be the reason that I'm alive.
It told me the scars were beautiful
when I thought I wouldn't survive.

It also told me,
that I'd look pretty in red.
That as the blood poured down my arm,
It said I'd look much better dead.

People say "don't judge a book by the cover".
But they judge music by its language.