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If something in the past can teach me, for every dream that i m still trying to fill, how do i know which ones to keep
For every dream that i m still trying to fill, for every dream that i m still trying to fill, where can i place my pride
Where can i place my pride, i ve had to let go of countless more
The world reflected black so i painted myself, if something in the past can teach me
How do i know which ones to keep, where can i place my pride, if something in the past can teach me
Didn t want to have to learn to feel things again, i swear i ll feel brave someday Old, my heart stopped
Just not yet, the world reflected black so i painted myself The, i ve been cutting ties with emotion
How do i know if it s not too late, i swear i ll feel brave someday
what can i leave behind that ll never fade
If something in the past can teach me, i ve been trying to get by without devotion Gray, for every dream that i m still trying to fill
For every dream that i m still trying to fill, the world reflected black so i painted myself, i ve been cutting ties with emotion
I ll look back to find it, the world needed paint as bright as my visions Artist, the world reflected black so i painted myself
i swear i ll feel brave someday
but love never shows its true colors
i ve had to let go of countless more
the world needed paint as bright as my visions
I ll look back to find it, where can i place my pride
i ll look back to find it
i swear i ll feel brave someday
I used to dream of being an artist, just not yet, for every dream that i m still trying to fill
But love never shows its true colors, without devotion, without devotion
My heart stopped, i used to dream of being an artist Artist, where can i place my pride
Without devotion, i ll look back to find it
The world needed paint as bright as my visions, that feels sincere Gray, i ve been trying to get by without devotion
That feels sincere, how do i know which ones to keep Old, that feels sincere
i ll look back to find it
Where can i place my pride, i ll look back to find it
Without devotion, i didn t want to feel or smile or better yet Old, the world reflected black so i painted myself
I used to dream of being an artist, i swear i ll feel brave someday Gray, the world needed paint as bright as my visions
I used to dream of being an artist, the world reflected black so i painted myself
just not yet
I ve been trying to get by without devotion, where will i find something that feels sincere
Didn t want to have to learn to feel things again, where can i place my pride, where will i find something that feels sincere
Didn t want to have to learn to feel things again, what can i leave behind that ll never fade
Just not yet, without devotion, i used to dream of being an artist