Why do the colors of your world remain?
Painting my heart in lines I can’t explain.
Every glance, every thought you threw,
A masterpiece I didn’t choose.
When tomorrow comes, will it erase the trace?
Or will the marks still hold their place?
Y? (Why?) Did you leave your name on me?
Like graffiti carved where no one sees.
Y? (Why?) Did you turn my world to art,
Only to tear it all apart?
(Stay with me, tell me why you stayed)
(Leave me now, but your colors won’t fade.)
In the quiet streets, I see the signs,
A story told through stolen lines.
The patterns twist, the meaning hides,
But your touch remains where my heart collides.
When tomorrow comes, will it change the view?
Or will the shapes still lead me back to you?
Y? (Why?) Did you leave your name on me?
Like graffiti carved where no one sees.
Y? (Why?) Did you turn my world to art,
Only to tear it all apart?
(Stay with me, tell me why you stayed)
(Leave me now, but your colors won’t fade.)
What if this canvas was meant to remain?
A portrait of chaos, a beautiful stain.
Every curve, every word, every line,
A gallery of moments frozen in time.
Y? (Why?) Did you leave your name on me?
Like graffiti carved where no one sees.
Y? (Why?) Did you turn my world to art,
Only to tear it all apart?
(Stay with me, I’ll hold what you gave)
(I’m the canvas, and your marks will stay.)
Why do the colors of your world remain?
Painting my heart in lines I can’t explain.
Your graffiti lingers, unchained.