Painting in the dark

Painting in the dark.

Why does it seem that everything I do is a wrong move? Even when it's perfectly right?

It's like you're skating with dull skates. It's like driving on the road with no sence of direction.. it's like painting in the dark...

You want to take a guess at what im talking about?
go ahead. because it's my outlook on things. and i'm unique or i like to think so anyways.
So for now i'll stay in the dark and hide under my rock. i call it safety.

It's like i'm swimming against a strong current. it's like i'm deep in thought without anything in mind.. it's like i'm painting in the dark...

You can say what you want about me. i couldnt care less. to be honest, i want to know exactly what you think of me. tell me. tell me your secrets, your problems. tell me. i'll listen to you because i'm going through the same crap you are. i know how it feels to be alone...

It's like we're crying but no tears come. it's like a broken heart, without any blood.. its like a knife in your back without anyone to clean up your blood and tears... it's like painting in the dark....

so now i will go back to the dark lonely place i call home. so what if i'm hurting? it's nothing new. new life? i cant wait...