GranTurismo

They say that you can't tell what a person's been through I'd like to think it was written on my face All the words I've been through and the lack of them. Leaving a trace so fine, it is nigh perceptible, until you know what to look for Every harsh word formed with an embrace Every harsh word carved into the blank canvas I create my heart doesn't stop because the sounds do Even though I wished it would I wished it break no further Smash it into my own pieces Twist it until it wrinkles no longer recognized as its own Show it on my face, that corrupted soul the loving life drained out impatience wears thin the canvas so dutifully laid so that

They say that you can't tell what a person's been through I'd like to think it was written on my face All the words I've been through and the lack of them. Leaving a trace so fine, it is nigh perceptible, until you know what to look for Every harsh word formed with an embrace Every harsh word carved into the blank canvas I create my heart doesn't stop because the sounds do Even though I wished it would I wished it break no further Smash it into my own pieces Twist it until it wrinkles no longer recognized as its own Show it on my face, that corrupted soul the loving life drained out impatience wears thin the canvas so dutifully laid so that