Paint

Is it too late to repair promises I had to break? Can I be forgiven or did I get what I deserved? Resisting inner abrasions of a crude dissension I try to wash off my soul tainted with charcoal In a fit of rage, I stain a blank page Spreading hate through cracks in the glaze I lower my defenses it gets dark again With all its splendor the sun is up but the sky is gray Trying to erase the past filled with oil and grime To find a space in the canvas to write (Is there a chance to paint a black heart white?) Is it too late to repair promises I had to break? Can I be forgiven or did I get what I deserve? Is not that I try to be so problematic Just wanna get a taste to feel polychromatic (Can you really paint a black heart white?) I want to say I am sorry that my fate Was to be what you fought with claws against Projecting my failures with nasty behavior It's only a stroke between the canvas and the frame To mend the darkness behind the blooming varnish Is not as easy when decisions make me queasy Pastel is no more, palette cant be restored When in a fit of rage I stain the blank page (Can you really paint a black heart white?) Is it too late to repair promises I had to break? Can I be forgiven or did I get what I deserve? Is not that I try to be so problematic Just wanna get a taste to feel polychromatic (So, How do you really paint a black heart white?) What if the mirror was reflecting all the blame? If karma summed up each mistake as a full offense? It's time to face my few merits, my big faults Illusion is a crackled paint ready to fall (Can you really paint a black heart white?) Is it too late to repair promises I had to break? Can I be forgiven or did I get what I deserve? Is not that I try to be so problematic Just wanna get a taste to feel polychromatic Will I ever trust again? will I ever love again? Will I ever see the colors in the rain? Will I ever see the light? will I ever make it right? To maybe get the pigment on the night sky? So can I really paint my black heart white?