My Work Of Art
My knife is my paintbrush...
Well here I go,
Please knife, be kind...
No band-aid could heal the wound
you’ve cut into my heart...
Underneath this special smile
Lay the eyes of a helpless girl...
You feel depressed
You feel left out...
When yesterdays gone and can't be replaced,
when all that you see are the tears on her face...
How can one so tall
Feel so small...
Everyone has his or her own story
To make us cry to make us happy...
I walk within these twisted lines
Never knowing what I'll see...
Having thrown a few clothes in a bag,
I left this place long ago, and began to roam...
I miss the way you held me.
I miss the way you kissed me...
A drop of blood
slides down my wrist...