To leftovers of my young body and to old soul inside of me who have learned to live again when it was moment to die.

Before I painted you, you where empty, same as me.
I hugged you and I said sorry cause i have to let emotions to colour you, and now you are dark.
In this moment you are talking more then I have ever said about my greatest pain.
And to you, I will never tell you my story, cause you never lived my pain, but if you are old soul like me, I might let you in, but don't forget to smile.