Painted Walls

Sometimes I picture myself in a room.
I've painted the walls ocean blue.
I use to be so serene when I was with you,
but now I can hardly sense the truth.
I'm tired of running in circles and hiding;
this doesn't help the pain I feel.
But sometimes I need a little pain
To help me know that everything is gonna be okay.

I'm sitting in this room,
I've repainted the walls a neon pink.
I use to be so happy when I was with you,
but lately I've been trying to pretend I'm fine without you.
I'm sick of trying to help you realize I'm something I'm not.
Seeing you with her just makes it hurt me.
Even worse when I learned your lies were all true.

I sat in this room.
The walls a soft green.
I'm finally happy on where life has taken me.
I'm laying in this meadow, with nothing but four walls and a sky.
I can't escape so I must learn to fly.
Spread my wings and release my pain.
It's risky, but it's easier than to let my heart break.

I've flown to this room.
It's white all around.
Once you enter, there is no hell.
I live here with my father, even though I'm only dreaming at the time.
He hugs me and tells me everything will be alright.
He's grateful and let's me leave this time.
He sends me home to where I belong..

I left the room.
The ones with the white walls and green.
The ones that use to be blue and pink.
Now I've repainted them a color that fits me.
The walls stand in a shade of yellow and black.
Trying to tell me not to turn back.
I look past the hurt that I see.
And maybe, just maybe, one day it'll be you and me.