I'm painting pictures of memories that are stuck in my mind. I sometimes wonder what life would be like without you by my side. I left so many things unsaid but these secrets, they had to be kept. I was never faithful to myself and that was hard to accept. A home without a heartbeat is a home without you. A colourless canvas with a touch of blue. An empty pen to write a chordless tune. A bed of flowers that never seem to bloom. I find it easier to cover the smiles that I fake everyday. So if you hold my hand and tell me that our love will never fade away. I've been trying my best to work past the pain that I feel. No matter how I hard I try. I never seem to heal. A home without a heartbeat is a home without you. A colourless canvas with a touch of blue. An empty pen to write a chordless tune. A bed of flowers that never seem to bloom.