Because of You Because of you I picked up my sharp paint brush and painted my picture. My arm is the canvas, My paint brush is the razor, As my blood is the paint I draw my pretty picture until I can do no more. My head is spinning, I have no more paint as my canvas is full. Because of you I’m leaving the cruel world, Because of you I painted my pretty picture, Because of you I’m happy with it yet ashamed. Because of you I see that white light, I go towards it. Because of you I’m free, I’m free from this cruel world that has done harm towards me Because of you my pictures are fading leaving a beautiful mark. Because of you I’m free and happy.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 05:58:34 +0000