I can't seem to forget the scent

All the paintings in your wall
It is really a hard fall
I saw the colors you've been keeping for so long

I'm surrounded by you
It defines you

I saw the real you in those works
I understand now
I'm not your muse

There's no one who can tell
But I saw you on a wishing well
You don't let people get the best of your art
You're so good at it, you've torn us apart.

But honey, I'm sorry
I'm not good at letting go
And I meant it dearly

I'm stubborn as hell
I already told you on the first bell

Believe in me.

Drowning deeply
With walls of reality
Cries of doubt
Tears dried out

Chances were granted
Grew out of hatred
You don't know how
Past, haunting foul

I may not be your muse
But you're my tune

This heart won't stop singing
Your hand will keep on painting

Please, color my lyrics.
And for you, I'll gladly use my heartstrings.

-Levianel