Canvas

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Can you tell me why the world spins

Or your head swims

And

With such solidarity your legs quiver like jello

Could you try to explain what makes your heart cry

Open up like a deep canyon with a diamond in the rough

The fact is that you can't cut raw emotions with a dull spoon on a canvas meant for oils and not pastels

Pastels...

Let the chalk powder the room

Change the rhythm to my color scheme of audio misinterpretations

Bleed for me

Turn around and walk away because you would never slit your wrists for anything

Life

Or death

Leave this canvas with your oil stains

I beg you let me keep my pastels

See the sunset and moon rise high

Esta frio mijo

Quiero ir

Te amo bendición

Pastels dwindling from my canvas of oil stained heartache