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Paint a Picture
I see all the colors pop from this blank page
somewhere in the depths of my tormented brain
I can feel the magic and see the picture form
but my fingers can't release the tension
my body is at war
I just want to paint the picture
I see inside myself,
caught between the way I feel
and my own personal hell
I guess the inspiration is all a secret to ( Read more... ) -
gone, gone. gone.
So there's nothing left to do now
But sit and think about how
we were great, great, great.
And even though I have the solice
to know you didn't want to leave
the fact that you were taken
is so hard to believe
and I cry, cry, cry.
You were here and now you're not
we were special, we were hot
and now you're gone, gone, gone.
The last thing that you ( Read more... ) -
My prayer.
I want to smile like I used to ( Read more... )
