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My paint brush
Is frayed and used
With a heart that’s been
Broken and bruised
I wanna burn your face
Out of my mind
So I’ll paint it out
With a Clementine
I’ll paint a bowl of fruit
Or a nasty dirty youth
You were always so honest
About everything but the truth
Can you please leave me be?
This is what I call art therapy
Just an irrelevant raging obsession
Wildfire in my mind
I think about the future we never had
When I’m lost in rewind
I’m over you
I’ve said it a million times
If I said it again
It would be a lie
(I'm over you)