It's time to paint. You pick up your paintbrush Painting a deep Crimson Red. The paint mixes with your tears. Your pain, Your grief Until you go Numb.
You paint in secret. No one understands. No one sees. No one bothers to.
But... I see. I can see Your tainted canvas Your paint, Your tears. I can see And feel Your pain And I'm truly Truly Sorry. I hug you, And kiss the canvas. And toss the paintbrush Away. You don't need this. You don't want this. But you want an escape. An escape from it all.