I'm with you in the past,
That ended so fast.
So,can I ask?
That, if you're just wearing mask?
Now,Say something,
Because I'm asking.
Ok fine, I'm just gonna paint
Because painting can only relieve my pain.
I paint flowers and it's me,
With butterflies beside me,
That gets what they want in me,
Then, when I'm empty, all they gonna do is leave me.
I paint myself as a guy without an action,
Like an abandoned person,
Waiting at the seashore alone,
Waiting for the sunset while holding a poison.
I paint those paintings,
Because of the pain I gain,
Even I can't explain,
But, at this time all I can do, is to paint the pain.
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