Cll the stupid lies and the stupid games
Left a vacancy in this picture frame
c prisoner by my own hands
'Cause if I can't have me, then no one can
I need to heal what I inflict
But I'll burn that bridge when I get to it
cs I play roulette with a broken gun
I confess these sins with a sharp and spiteful tongue

So how do I apologize and put the tears back in your eyes
When every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares
In a gallery where the walls lie bare
cs I modernize my antique ways
True colors can't escape the brush of fate

So how do I apologize and put the tears back in your eyes
When every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece made of my mistakes?

So how do I apologize and put the tears back in your eyes
When every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece of my mistakes?
cnd in the light of my demise
I see my failures in your eyes
Every canvas that I paint is a masterpiece made of my mistakes