In the closet, my old painting,
still unfinished, is still waiting.
Will I make it bright or dark?
All that happens leaves a mark
on this old painting only I
know about, and although I try
to finish it... I don't know how.
But this old painting, like a crow,
will not forget how it got hurt.
I fear it's anger's gonna spurt
over my face and burn my eyes.
'Cause only I have seen its cries
and it would rather see me dead
than let me forget it instead.
still unfinished, is still waiting.
Will I make it bright or dark?
All that happens leaves a mark
on this old painting only I
know about, and although I try
to finish it... I don't know how.
But this old painting, like a crow,
will not forget how it got hurt.
I fear it's anger's gonna spurt
over my face and burn my eyes.
'Cause only I have seen its cries
and it would rather see me dead
than let me forget it instead.
