with fists raised high in tighted knots.the room explodes and now this blood is on your hands snd there is no time for a second chance to paint my face with blood and tears and cover up. in an open book that no one reads, a misspelled word that no one know. you stolethe rain, then you turned around and tore my life in two. just like the picture that once hung on the wall in the room that we used to keeo your heart. you think its getting smaller? it's been that way for quite some time now. the cadence beats down on the tar. it sounds the same as your fists rainingdown (if you wanted to change the way i look at you...) we've got to leave before the sun sets, or maybe we don't have time (time to waste.) it wont be long until you're going into the night. you won't have time to paint my face with cover-up. Thursday//.concealer.