I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors

I immortalize my painful ife into this work of art



Night after night

At the attic in dim candlelight

I return to my work

These dark lines and visions that hurt



And from the canvas I can look into my soul

The paint reflects my inner fears and my pain



Weak soul in my weaker flesh

Alone and so addicted

Lost of love made me insane

All I have is skill to paint



I'm painting my sorrow with these dark colors

I immortalize my painful life into this work of art



Pain after pain

Painted in valued works of art

The hate i have for this gift

Why can I paint the shape of suffering?



My respected art I create from my pain

Dark visions from my hollow soul



Weak soul in my weaker flesh

Alone and so addicted

Lost of love made me insane

All I have is skill to paint



Lost of love made me insane...