The World is my canvas
and I am not the artist.
I am the paint
that streaks across the surface.
My steaks, if I am lucky,
will last forever or...
they will be repainted by someone else
but no matter what
there will still be some spots
of my existence, still here.
It's amazing,
knowing that we are leaving
something on this Earth
no matter what it is...
no matter who does our accomplishes better
no matter if someone tries to paint over us
there will still be some streaks
made by you and me.
So please, try to make them positive.

If I were to die tonight,
    would you be alright?
Karma came back full blast
    and I knew I couldn't last.
All I can do is wait for fate
    to take me away and never let go.
So if I leave you alone
      and never come home
Would you be ok?
           Cause I've gone insane.
                      I've gone insane.
                      I've gone insane.
And the secrets are eating my brain
My final breathe is leaving my chest
                       and
I can feel my soul getting ready to go,
        but I really need to know,
             will you be fine once I am gone?
When there is nothing left but
      the thoughts of my past
and there is nothing new of what i will do.
Will you be the same?