If something in the past can teach me, I"ll look back to find it.
I swear I"ll feel brave someday, just not yet.
My heart stopped.
I"ve been cutting ties with emotion, I"ve been trying to get by without devotion.
I didn't want to feel or smile or, better yet, didn't want to have to learn to feel things again.
What can I leave behind that will never fade?
Where can I place my pride?
Where will I find something that feels sincere?
For every dream that I"m still trying to fill, I"ve had to let go of countless more.
How do I know which ones to keep?
How do I know if it"s not too late?
Why now?
I used to dream of being an artist; the world needed paint as bright as my visions.
But love never shows its true colors - the world reflected black so I painted myself.
I swear I"ll feel brave someday, just not yet.
My heart stopped.
I"ve been cutting ties with emotion, I"ve been trying to get by without devotion.
I didn't want to feel or smile or, better yet, didn't want to have to learn to feel things again.
What can I leave behind that will never fade?
Where can I place my pride?
Where will I find something that feels sincere?
For every dream that I"m still trying to fill, I"ve had to let go of countless more.
How do I know which ones to keep?
How do I know if it"s not too late?
Why now?
I used to dream of being an artist; the world needed paint as bright as my visions.
But love never shows its true colors - the world reflected black so I painted myself.