He paints his world in black and white No matter how hard he ran he could never hide From the fear that grew
Like a weed it takes its root and chokes out hope A blemish on the face of beauty One last stroke of this misery And his masterpiece is almost complete But if what he says is true Then I will bathe myself in black And become a shadow of the man that I was supposed to be...
It's Pointless! Or maybe the reason you hurt yourself is because you hate yourself It's Hopeless! Or maybe the reason you hate yourself is because you can't forgive yourself And still you won't let go...
The hatred burns deep in his veins Can't wash these stains away Always finishing where he starts With a half empty heart