A dead canvas of color
Glimmering worlds outlined in black and white
Time wasted waiting for your plan to maneuver
The world's not near ready for a guy of your type.
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Locked away in the closet of dusk
Our shadows captured in the light, like a canopy, shear.
Convincing you not to leave won't stop you from saying you must.
Holding your hand while you kiss me doesn't mean you won't let go.
Time tore us apart last time, so I grew a lack of trust.
Time killed us the last time, so another time shouldn't have shown.
Here I go laying my heart out on the line for you.
So, at first I'll act like I don't care, and brush it off for a while.
But even after only a short amount of time, an eternal lust grew.
Maybe sometimes you aren't always shallow.
I like to pretend you are.
Even black and white worlds grow tired,
Sometimes even evil yearns for a little bit of color.
A hate I wish was there, grew into a sparking fire,
Lust built onto this doesn't make it healthy
Rather it suspends the relationship, we grow weak.
I don't need you, I've grown used to being lonely.
But, even after some time, I want you, and I slowly learn maybe you need me.
A bloody heart and red stained hands,
running makeup and messy hair,
A paranoid look and your fingerprints on my pants.
I'll walk it off this time, you were never there.
So, I'll paint this blank canvas with the color you gave me.
I didn't even know it was real until you proved to me it was.
My hands against the canvas grow so friendly.
I find even the paper cries.
The paint of my heart, I didn't think was real.
Until you tore in two,
stomped it on the floor, I put down my shield.
I never should have fallen for someone like you.
