0 Meanings
Add Yours
Follow
Share
Q&A
Imprisoned Lyrics
She can paint a lovely picture, but hear, her story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist
She can paint a lovely picture, but hear, her story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist
I walk trough the valley of the shadows of death
I was lost for so long, trying to find my way home
Struggling to stay strong, all on my own
Hidden in the dark shadows, looking for a destiny
I don’t know what to do, or what to be
What about me, what about me!
My head is hurting, my tears are falling
The only road I trust, is the one my heart shows me
Though i'm praying to my god it is the right one
I've been pulled down so many fucking times
Erased everything good in my mind
Stood up for my self cause no one was around
Where were you when i was crying so loud?
I've been walking trough these roads, so many times
Where do i go, when you aren't here for me?
Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist
She can paint a lovely picture, but hear, her story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist
I was lost for so long, trying to find my way home
Struggling to stay strong, all on my own
I don’t know what to do, or what to be
What about me, what about me!
The only road I trust, is the one my heart shows me
Though i'm praying to my god it is the right one
Erased everything good in my mind
Stood up for my self cause no one was around
I've been walking trough these roads, so many times
Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.