| If something in the past can teach me,
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| I’ll look back to find it.
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| I swear I’ll feel brave someday, just not yet.
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| My heart stopped.
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| I’ve been cutting ties with emotion,
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| I’ve been trying to get by without devotion.
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| I didn’t want to feel or smile or,
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| better yet, didn’t want to have to learn to feel things again.
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| What can I leave behind that will never fade?
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| Where can I place my pride?
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| Where will I find something that feels sincere?
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| For every dream that I’m still trying to fill,
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| I’ve had to let go of countless more.
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| How do I know which ones to keep?
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| How do I know if it’s not too late? |
| Why now?
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| I used to dream of being an artist;
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| the world needed paint as bright as my visions.
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| But love never shows it’s true colors,
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| the world reflected black so I painted myself. |