He paints his world in black and white
No matter how hard he ran he could never hide
From the fear that grew
Like a weed it takes its root and chokes out hope
A blemish on the face of beauty
One last stroke of this misery
And his masterpiece is almost complete
But if what he says is true
Then I will bathe myself in black
And become a shadow of the man that I was supposed to be...
It's Pointless! Or maybe the reason you hurt yourself is because you hate yourself
It's Hopeless! Or maybe the reason you hate yourself is because you can't forgive yourself
And still you won't let go...
The hatred burns deep in his veins
Can't wash these stains away
Always finishing where he starts
With a half empty heart
So, just let go!