• Paint me a sketch of this life,
    color the borders white and the inside full of blacks and greys.

    Paint a heart that is almost ripped apart, being held together by a bunch of old bandages.

    Paint the sky purple full of crows, paint the ocean silver, and the fishes gold.

    Paint my face in a cloud, floating to heaven.

    Why am I still fighting against this? It's hidden in my eyes, no one knows anymore what I torture myself with in my mind. What repeats in my dreams and what I sing and write about.

    Are you still there? Does this world not care anymore? I like to believe I do not care, but Oh I do so much.

    Trying to become what is right for everyone I know. To be the best I can but I get trapped in who I really am and what I'm not.

    Forgive me if I have put the world on hold, I cannot see anymore.

    Let my lungs be filled with a poison that blinds me from what is going on around me, for I will so easily be shattered.

    But don't worry, this is the side that no one can see, but me.

    Tomorrow is another day, another day and these words will surely be forgotten, just like everything else that has ever happened.

    Let time dry out your blood and we are no longer left here, for tomorrow is another day.

    Hallelujah I cried out to my God, I hate you I cried out to my mother, I miss you I cried out to my ex lover,

    It's a cold world, It's a lonely world, It's a happy world. It's my world, I walk alone, yet I don't.....do i?..


    don't let me become me. not again