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and i know you wait
while you sit and stare
for a love so far
it'll never care to come
and I know it hurts
as you quietly cry to yourself
"why is this me, why's it always me?"

you can not stop
you wanna say "it isn't meant to be"
so you push and pull
till there's nothing left of me
and I now it hurts for you
but I've got feelings too
"why is this me, why's it always me?"

you can keep painting your world with blues and greens
the sky a mix of a bland pink
ripping the canvas with your piercing scream
keep painting a portrait, a portrait of me

I'm sorry that I can't see
the love that you feel for me
a strong sensation from the start
an arrow shot right through a heart
and i know you cry
for me and all the hell I am
I know you sigh, with contempt for all around
and i know I tried
To see the world through your eyes, we ask
"why's this me, why's it always me?"
"why's this me, why's it always me?"

you can keep painting your world with blues and greens
the sky a mix of a bland pink
ripping the canvas with your piercing scream
keep painting a portrait, a portrait of me
oh you can keep painting your world with blues and greens
the sky a mix of a bland pink
ripping the canvas with your piercing scream
keep painting a portrait, a portrait of me

to the point of sad distinction
to the point of near destruction
you scatch and scrap, and tug and tear
at my heart, at the very core
i can't feel sorry, not one bit
to live my life out of the shadow of yours

so you paint your world with blues and greens
mine has a sky of a shade of bland pink
ripping the canvas with your piercing scream
i know it hurts but think of me
oh you can keep painting your world with blues and greens
the sky a mix of a bland pink
ripping the canvas with your piercing scream
keep painting a portrait, a portrait of me