To you,
Even my tears are beautiful...

I'm painting my easel.
I'm singing my song...

*Sorry so short, guys! I know most people HATE...
Anyway...

The last open space.
Sucking my final air...

There when you need me.
There when you don't...

The burden of guilt is heavy,
but I deserve a break...

Why do I go back to you?
I listen to what you say...

The words unspoken
hurt the most...

The last gleam of hope
flashed before my eyes...

I can see it, but she can't.
Blind to what's before her eyes...

The white tiles are stained
and they used to be clean...

Why music?
cause it can...