I open up my palms
And spread it across the walls.
These blank white slates and hollow words
Will be left behind it all.
The colors that I’ve found
And thrown so hastily up
Are there to cover all the lies
The broken hearts and smut.
What they don’t tell you when you’re little
Is that all lies are white.
When you’ve heard one you’ve heard them all
And once your heart breaks it’s broken, and it’s broken right.
Yes when you’re surrounded by pain
It’s not darkness that you see.
It’s blinding white of pure white walls
That keep you there instead.
So I’m slapping on the paint.
Covering up the pain and hate.
I’m using every color in my heart
To try and make a brand new start.