I ask myself how I feel
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□  I could fill
Up a book and yet I still
Could not rearrange enough letters
To find the right words instead rather
I get lost in your melodies
Stare blindly as you're telling me

I ask myself why it is so
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□ it is all that I know
Simply let go and hope for better
And maybe this time when she says her
Heart belongs to someone else
I'll still be here to help my self

As I pick up the pieces
□□ □□□□□ □□□□ □□□□□ I paint a better picture
One full of emotion as I let go
A chance to be happy
Sharing colorful thoughts too ghastly
For any canvas or any page, Past me


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