I Paint

Did you paint this?

I like to pretend that the world isn't what it is
'Cause what it is, is mean
And cruel and bigger
Than anything I could ever imagine
So, yes

I make up these worlds in my head
Put them down on paper with these hands of mine
I find that time slows down when I do

And when I close my eyes I see
The truth come spilling over me
And when I hold my hands over my ears
I hear sweet melodies
I feel like I am safe
When I run away from the real world

So, yes. I paint
Well? Aren't you gonna say anything?

Writer(s): Ingrid Ellen Michaelson
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