I think I just broke the pencil lead
I only tried to draw
Now I'm sharpening the lead
When I realise it's charcoal
Too fragile to break
And oh
I just broke it again
And again
Yet again
This time I bring a blade
I traced out the point
I make it sharp again
Heck, I ran it over my skin
Now I bleed, so much blood spilling
Atleast I sharpned the pencil
Now I can draw again
Broken hands give art their best
It will be your waking time
And I'll sketch for you again
I'll make those webs again
I'll tell you where you belong in the picture
I'll sketch you out of a scribble
I'll scribble you into oblivion to tear the page
Broken pieces of charcoal will ***** my hands and ruin the book
Atleast then I'll wash my hands and clean up the dirt