Don't be blinded by the past. Let things unfold and make them last. Maybe if people change the world will see. Maybe it won't and I will be set free. It seems hard and I don't want it to be. It was perfect. So very clear and it was too good to be true. This is why I give up. This is why I clipped my wings together and painted my smile black. Cold from the world, not feeling anything. Undo this feeling, let me go back to my masks that kept me safe. Stop these tears from falling down my already scarred face. I'm done leaping, so afraid. Scream a scream and lift this cursed downfall off of me. I'm tired. Afraid. Leave me be, with my guitar and painted smiles across my face.