I take the pain you left me with,
and make it into art.
The only thing left of me,
is this ugly scar.
I've put a noose around my heart,
It's trying to restart,
and forget all the things that have torn it apart.
The only way I can be smart is to keep you away from me,
but you're embedded in my soul,
you make me bleed,
from the inside out,
leaving me with my heart as dark as coal,
and a dying soul.
Green is my favorite color,
It's the color of the life on earth,
the color of the natural beauty everywhere.
I couldn't live without green,
I think you are my green,
I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,
they smile.
That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,
He says he's mine,
but am I really his?
Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?
Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?
Is this right?
do we really fit?
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