I am tired of this place, I hope people change I need time to replace what I gave away And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small Though I try to resist..
i am not your canvas. you cannot cover my empty spaces with colors that you chose and i hate.
i won't let you hide my words. just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not there. i am a blank canvas but i know more than you ever will about art and its anger.
there's something in my not-there i've always hidden from you. it's not the purity you think i have. see, when you make that first stroke i become a painting and not potential.
when you're empty people look and they do not view, but dream. let them fill me in themselves. i'm no accomplice in your crusade to limit what they see.
We are so close yet so afar, like there is a wall keeping us apart. Two egoistical creatures who long for each other but they are too afraid of their own shadows, past lovers and experiences.
We are so close yet we never collide, but i want your body under me and now i scream your name to the top of my lungs until you come back,until you come back. But it's too late,darling our youth ripped us apart.