The plain walls give me a canvas
A place to make my own
If i were to paint my soul
The room would be darkened
And the sun would fail to bring in light
If i were to paint my heart
There would be cracks in the walls
And the door would be closed
Forever
If i were to paint myself
One would go blind inside that room
So I just leave it as it is.
Plain, canvas.
Maybe one day,
Some one will paint me on it.
And the room would be beautiful
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