There's something about love
It opens your mind
It opens your heart
There's something about sadness
It makes your eyes shine
It sets you free by tearing you apart
Something about feeling
That makes you feel alive
And even though your crying,
Your eyes look duller when they're dry

If we were to be happy
What would we spill?
There is no blue in your mind
To drip onto that blank paper
And leak from your brush
To make a sad blue sky
If you smile
What art can you create
When you're already whole
And you don't need another piece
To fit into your full soul?
If there's no black on your canvas
What colours can you see
Other than bright patterns
Of generic ecstacy?

With that I ask you
If my wishes had come true
Why would I be here
Painting a portrait of you?
And why would these words
Be more than just sentences
If I didn't have bitter memories?