Verse 1) In the mirror, I see the cracks of my fate, Eyes that reflect what words can’t translate. On the canvas, love twists into lies, Scars of my soul that no thread can bind. Through rivers of pain, my veins still burn, Days bent and broken, yet I never turn. A crown of flowers, a wreath of despair, Each painted line whispers: “I’m still there.” (Chorus) Brushstrokes of tears and blood on my skin, Each stroke a scream of what lies within. Through Mexico’s winds, the night softly sighs, But my paintings scream where silence hides. (Verse 2) You were a volcano, devouring light, Diego, your shadow made day into night. Our love a wildfire, both beauty and pain, A dance with the ashes — and we burned just the same. The deer wears my ribs, fragile and bare, Broken wings beg for the heavens to care. A steel corset binds my fragile form, But even in agony, I weather the storm. (Chorus) Brushstrokes of tears and blood on my skin, Each stroke a scream of what lies within. Through Mexico’s winds, the night softly sighs, But my paintings scream where silence hides. (Bridge) The warmth of death lingers close to my side, It smiles at me, but I never abide. In its gaze, I find quiet and grace, And paint the sun as it falls into space. Flowers like tears, deer in their sorrow, Trees that still burn but dream of tomorrow. I plant them anew in ashes and dust, A fallen angel, but I’ll never combust. (Final Chorus) Brushstrokes of tears and blood are my vow, Even when the world silences me now. And when the stars burn bright in the sky, In every stroke, my heartbeat will lie. (Outro) A masterpiece woven with colors of strife, Each drop of paint a fragment of life. Remember me when the canvas glows, For my soul lives on where the palette flows.
