I know I’m not broken
I think you can even recognize me still
I’m underneath the things thrown at me
I’m the wall that wears somebody’s hatred

You wanted me to tell your story
A white wall that can’t complain about being poor
I don’t live on the side of town where people die young
I'm just streaks of paint from how I made you bleed

I’m living outside of love now
A fireplace and the dogs watching me are yours instead
You think you feel better because you stained me
I wonder though if you think I’m unable to stand on my own

I’m paying the price for loving you
I chose to walk around inside of you with a candle in my hand
But I was too close and set your heart on fire
I thought it was passion but instead it was only pain

I’m not what you remembered
What I wear upon my face is what I did to you
That is what I have become now
A painting nobody can save that dried up a long time ago