God I’m so tired,
But I can’t fall asleep...

At the top of the stairwell
In an abandoned town...

It seeps in your skin,
And hides in pours’ cracks...

I felt my heart breaking as I sat down to see
The things you had carelessly written to me...

Brush strokes on a canvas
He paints with his heart...

Inside my tattered body,
There lies a broken heart...

I force myself to look in the mirror
To see ugliness follows me everywhere...

Its better to lie in empty hands
Rather than have them scarred and bruised...

Standing at the top of a mountain
With the view of the town below...

The truth about heaven
It's dark and gray and cold...

This anger suffocates my right to feel
Anything other than betrayal...

How come you don't care anymore?
Why is it that you don't try...