I'm an artist they say...
I painted my illusions of dreams
I drew on a smile everyday,
I was happy, so it seemed
But my palette ran low
As my colors faded grey
Now my life holds on by a thread
And I'm just fighting just to stay
Because as the days go on,
I let these colors bleed through.
From my paper to my skin,
I'm nothing but red, black, and blue.
I turned myself into a canvas
Trying to describe this strife
But it wasn't beautiful at all
For my paintbrush was a knife
And my paintings are nothing but
empty promises of what we once knew
The only color left in my life
Are my memories of you
We're all artists in our canvas called life. Choose which colors to paint...