A Stained Canvas

Your life is a canvas stained by your past
parents divorced and your leg in a cast
All you see is sadness and pain
a life like this you cannot sustain
You know where to go and have learned how to climb
but in the back of your mind know you don’t have the time

Your life is a canvas stained by your past
you watch your life fly by way too fast
Living each day in these shackles and chains
you think to yourself “What remains?”
It feels so unjust, how life burns in this flame
yet you know there’s only you to blame

Your life is a canvas stained by your past
you fight your fight, but know it won’t last
You fantasize being hit by a train
and recognise that you’re going insane
Now you’ve made your decision, you know what’s best
so you leave the world and begin to rest

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