| Standing naked before the canvas
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| I paint your portrait in blood
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| Empty eyes staring at me
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| as I tempt to remember what I’ve lost
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| Don’t say this is unreachable
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| Don’t hate my scars they are beautiful
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| Don’t feel denied of the impossible
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| Don’t think we will ever be the same
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| And this is what you wanted
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| This is what we need
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| This is the painting
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| that sets you free
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| Staring at you smiling at me
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| As I dip the brush in fluent red
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| Though different layers of longing I can
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| resurrect you from the dead
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| This is you now re-imagined
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| I need something for the pain
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| something soothing
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| something tragic
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| something to make it stop again |