You're questioning me, accusing me
Salty tears running across the field
"I'd rather not answer that"
Pour that salt on this ruined canvas
You read me all wrong, you think I'm crying because of you
Take the water and colour it bloody red
I don't know what I want
Race shaking arms across, fingers subtle and sure
You're voice turns sickly sweet, like processed lemons
Be sure to make that mark on this ruined canvas
I can't give you what I want
Let the salt starburst the deepest hue
You can't talk to me and expect me to hear you
These strokes are so soft, so meaningless and important

I can't run my life by your expectations
When all I can give into this ruined canvas
Is unknown experimentation
Pouring out from my own world
I can't connect with you
But I'm trying so hard to understand
But nothing's working out like you want it to
I'm crying not because of you
I'm crying for myself
The only person in my world
is me
alone
so selfishly.


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