Now it's said

Paint me a canvas, to show your soul,
Write me a symphony hun, before you get old.

If I seem out of place, it’s cos,
I’m not here for real.
I know you see my face, it’s not,
What I think, or how I really feel.

And now it’s said,
I can’t go back,
It’s in your head now,
Mine still feels black.

I thought that by talking,
We could find a way,
I still feel like I’m falling,
My spirit slowly fades away.

I can’t read your mind, although I’ve tried,
So explain through your kisses, why this don’t feel right.

If I have led you on,
In anyway I’m sorry now.
I admit it’s my fault,
I should have spoken up, at my first doubt.

And now it’s said,
I can’t go back,
It’s in your head now,
Mine still feels black.