Colors follow through my calm heart and veins.
I have choosen to earse all of my wicked pains.
My smile is starting to become real for the first time.
No more do I feel like living my life is a huge crime.
I wandered to find who was hidden inside of me.
When I stopped wandering, I found who I was to be.

Breathing becomes something I accually want to do.
I have choosen to wipe away my death from you.
Painting my body in black and blue is going to stop.
Yellows and oranges are to replace all the blue drops.
I can stop my crying and glance into the arms of love.
When I stop worrying, my body's as pretty as a dove.

My time is limited here on this earth as is everyones.
I don't want to look back with regret when I am done.