Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay.
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
How quick the sun can drop away.
Of what was everything?
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be.
