paint stains

if you want to behave, he chooses who stays

what does it mean that I’ve already been saved?

someone needs to say I’m an artist using the pain

the faces compete to keep my brain sane

the white walls are covered in stories my brain had to creat

for all of my life, I was told that I needed to wait

they came out in pieces like a puzzle I had made

the war may be over but I still sharpen my blade

please don’t see the paint stains left on my brain

can you see the creative blood running through my veins?

your presence suggests you have something to gain

all of the colors might mix but I can’t explain

every beast sets a princess free

all you have to do is believe