Sometimes I wish I could show what
They said, did and spread killed me
How their'll at fault for my hatered for myself
How I wish I was brave to take that
Wonderful paint brush of Crimson
That I wish to leave deadly pictures
As a sign that I'm alive but like they
Say I'm weak and useless I can't even
Make a scar, I can't open the paint can.
I feel like a seed in the snowy winter.
Knowing I'll die before the spring
Or eaten by the furry creature I stay hidden from
Or like prey being hunted by wolves.
That the smile fallen
