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Canvas...
I let go and allowed myself to get swallowed whole.
To become this hollow reflection.
The weight of reality is too much for me to bare.
My light distantly fades with my tears.
Life isn't hard but harsh.
There's always a silver lining hidden somewhere we're afraid to look.
Strife and sorrow collide, it's crushing me from within.
Slowly I crack.
To take control and alter my outcome.
If such power existed, I'm uncertain.
A selfish wish for a futile purpose.
My guilt would certainly eat me within.
Death is easy but the choice.
Just let the veil slip passed your eyes, I promise it won't hurt anymore.
Strife and sorrow collide, it's crushing me from within.
Slowly I break.
Turned away when it mattered the most.
Thinking back, regretting what's been lost.
Now the cost of your mistake has exchanged love for the pain you feel.
Digging deeper for another reason.
Digging deeper, desperately without options.
But you know it's time to face the truth and accept the way the canvas is painted.
Broken.
The horizon glows and shatters like me.
Broken.
Paint tints of red across a boundless sky one more time...
To become this hollow reflection.
The weight of reality is too much for me to bare.
My light distantly fades with my tears.
Life isn't hard but harsh.
There's always a silver lining hidden somewhere we're afraid to look.
Strife and sorrow collide, it's crushing me from within.
Slowly I crack.
To take control and alter my outcome.
If such power existed, I'm uncertain.
A selfish wish for a futile purpose.
My guilt would certainly eat me within.
Death is easy but the choice.
Just let the veil slip passed your eyes, I promise it won't hurt anymore.
Strife and sorrow collide, it's crushing me from within.
Slowly I break.
Turned away when it mattered the most.
Thinking back, regretting what's been lost.
Now the cost of your mistake has exchanged love for the pain you feel.
Digging deeper for another reason.
Digging deeper, desperately without options.
But you know it's time to face the truth and accept the way the canvas is painted.
Broken.
The horizon glows and shatters like me.
Broken.
Paint tints of red across a boundless sky one more time...
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