respite
did the curtain fall
when I finally stepped off the stage?
not once did I glance back
and now, months have slipped on by
I no longer harbor echoes of resentment
nor do I cling to whispers of affection
no, I'm left with emptiness
like a blank canvas
once vibrant with color and expression
so now there's only white
I wanted it that way
and...
when I finally stepped off the stage?
not once did I glance back
and now, months have slipped on by
I no longer harbor echoes of resentment
nor do I cling to whispers of affection
no, I'm left with emptiness
like a blank canvas
once vibrant with color and expression
so now there's only white
I wanted it that way
and...