i paint my pain in shades of black,

This city’s cruelty cuts me deep,
I wake to dread, no peace, no sleep.
Saigon’s sunset, sharp as a knife,
Scratches the scar that marks my life.

Shallow voices, no depth to see,
Tell me what to do, but don’t set me free.
I’m the odd card, left all alone,
In this strange city, a heart of stone.

I paint my pain in shades of black,
Scraping my soul, can’t turn back.
What am I doing, in this despair?
A sleepwalker lost, gasping for air.

God’s silence echoes in my mind,
Hoping, praying, but none will find.
I’d hang my dreams, accept this fate,
A life of normal, but it’s too late.

Whisper, baby, tell me you care,
That you wish for us, in the rainy air.
That one day, my pain will fade,
And peace will come, no longer delayed.

I cry myself to sleep each night,
Wondering if you’d see my fight.
If you knew the depth of my sorrow,
Would you still treat me this hollow?

I hate the mask, the joy I fake,
The words of cheer that I can’t take.
Drowning in tears, an endless sea,
Sipping the pain for eternity.

Stop feeding me lies, that time will heal,
Can you come and make me feel real?
I’ve never known such hopeless pain,
Exhausted, lost, drowning in rain.