The Artist کے بول

If something in the past can teach me, I’ll look back to find it I swear I’ll feel brave someday, just not yet My heart stopped I’ve been cutting ties with emotion I’ve been trying to get by without devotion Without devotion I didn't want to feel or smile or better yet Didn't want to have to learn to feel things again What can I leave behind that'll never fade? Where can I place my pride? Where can I place my pride? Where will I find something that feels sincere? That feels sincere For every dream that I’m still trying to fill I’ve had to let go of countless more How do I know which ones to keep? How do I know if it’s not too late? Why now? I used to dream of being an artist The world needed paint as bright as my visions But love never shows its true colors The world reflected black so I painted myself