I thought that color spoke of joy but it cracked beneath the brush
A promise on my walls, now faded into dust
Rolled on all my daydreams, but the coat was barely there
Now every flaw is staring, paint hanging in the air
Every stroke a wasted chance, trying to hide the truth
I painted over shadows, but they refused to lose
Bad paint, peeling off my heart, I can’t disguise
Every layer shows the cracks beneath my lies
Bad paint, the color’s wrong, but I’ve been blind
Trying to mend a masterpiece that’s running out of time
Spills on the floor, rainbow lies, swirling in despair
I tried to mask imperfections, but whispers filled the air
Brushed away the real me with gloss that dulled my soul
Now I see the canvas bare, all my colors out of control
Stains of old mistakes, watermarks of might-have-been
I’m searching for a brand-new shade amidst the mess within
Bad paint, peeling off my heart, I can’t disguise
Every layer shows the cracks beneath my lies
Bad paint, the color’s wrong, but I’ve been blind
Trying to mend a masterpiece that’s running out of time
Maybe I need to strip it down to let the walls breathe free
Sandpaper every fear, reveal what’s meant to be
No more hiding scars in gloss, let the raw show through
With fresh new paint, I’ll build my truth in honest hues
Bad paint, you taught me how to see what’s real
I’ll cover all my faults with light, let my new colors heal
Bad paint, I’ll let these walls breathe what I find
Turning flaws into my art, one stroke at a time
Good paint, brand-new heart, shining past the stain
I’ve learned to love the process, not just the frame.
