I was painting a picture
the picture was a painting of me,
and for a moment i thought i was happy
but then i realize it wasn't true.
And all this time I've been lying
lying to them about myself
I've been putting fantasies on my canvas for show .
I need to remember how, it was to feel alive
my tears are always flowing
and my heart's always frozen
i need to remember how, it was to feel alive.
How it felt like to drive with my head out the window,
i'll run far away, and would i come back?
nobody knows~~~~~~~~~~~~
i'l do anything it does to not feel this pain.
-D:m
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