From The way I give love To When I’m feeling hurt its art
From The way I write in dust To When I’m healing my cuts its art
From The way I live life being strong To When I’m taking pride in the wrong Its art
From The way I’m calm and collected To When I’m in the deep end experiencing dispair Its art
But when I’m being myself Leaving without a trace Disappearing without a name Hurting you beacause you make a case To never leave me in a mess Darling,
That’s not art That’s me accepting my dark.