our empty canvas
you say your done as if i held onto an empty canvas,
it hurts im broken and honestly i cant stand this,
the art of my tears mixed with empty beers begin to create a master peice,
i just wanted you to smile if i cant get you to do it i hope the next guy can after me,
you desreve to be loved and be able to live happily,
i realize now that your better off without me and that thats how its upposed to be,
im puting up that canvas because i think im done too,
i dont want to be with someone new but i cant stand next to those frgaile words saying i love you,
because i guess there just gone right?
just faded away into the distance,
my heart beat is racing but im trying not to listen,
my mind wants to stay but my heart is so stiffend,
they want to diffrent endings its so contridicting,
well that canvas is broken ripped to shreads with all the words i never said,
but ill keep a peice resembling every memory i never kept..
our empty canvas
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