Art By Numbers Venice Is Sinking
Don't be so certain of what's left at hand
I'm tearing up every page so eloquently put but
misconstrued
We never stood a chance
Waiting on others to finally discover it's just an
empty space that binds us
To the world to everything we've ever asked for
ourselves
Our promises best unkept have already found us
And all the while we still claimed sanity
And all the while we still claimed sanity
These lasting words took the best of us and tore our
lives apart
My final fear was the first of every choice that I
regret
Life takes away all the rest of what had given clarity
Too late never replace what's left it's all taken for
granted
I won't underestimate the damage
So far everything is unappealing
And all I feel is that the worst to come is right
around the bend
My only hope is to reverse what's done and suffer
consequence
This is more than a just reward
This is more than I bargained for
This is more than a just reward
This is more than what I thought was in store
