Color me in, fill in the blanks
Tear out the page, start over again
Shade me to reflect the way you hate me
Spill outside the lines and leave me behind
Paint me a smile then smear it away
Draw us a future just to erase
You made me a better person, day by day
But an artist grows to hate what they create
And I hope that you're happy
I know that you're not
We take it for granted
Its taken a lot
And one day I'll come back to save you
Like you couldn't save yourself, in your paper hell
It didn't have to be this way
It didn't have to be this way
Didn't have to be this way
Rinse off the brush
And leave me to dry
You're never satisfied
You're always waiting
For the next muse to take hold of you
The next block that you can't break through
You're always waiting
You're suffocating
And I hope that you're happy
I know that you're not
Put pen to paper
Just to bleed out the thoughts
Because one day I'll come back to save you
Like you couldn't save yourself, in your paper hell
It didn't have to be this way
It didn't have to be this way
It didn't have to be this way
And you burned up every single sketchbook
Every single photograph that held us inside
And you tore down every single wall now
Underneath the wreckage, there's nowhere to hide
And the smoke it brings in all the grey
Drowning out the hues of red and blue
Of the flames that swallowed you that day
But I wish I would've noticed
I wish I would've known the words to say
When you said you were happy
I know it's a lie
You put pen to paper
Just to say your goodbyes
I was too late to save you
So I wish I knew how you felt
In your paper hell
It didn't have to be this way