A blank canvas is how we all begin,
products of our environment observing and taking it all in.

It's a twisted mental replay, that weighs heavy on my mind,
all of those conversations that took place over time.

All those words you spoke to me that lingered deep into my soul

I will not sink, I choose to swim even after all the heartache sets in.
I cannot swim and Im slowly sinking, my world is crumbling and indefinatly shrinking.

If I could control the colors in which define my life.
I would take away the grays and blacks that shadow me through the nights.