Lyrics and translation
Original
What a dark place, it feels like I'm lost. Never seen you that angry and sad before.
I can still hear your last words as you're closing the door.
I'm not going to go after you.
I'm not going to lie just to get you back and ignore everything we've been through.
I can't just forget.
My canvas, brush, and paints were all I had when you said, "Oh boy, you're hopeless with your stained hands.
Spend hours to express your pain in paints.
You have to find your own way," so I remember your name.
Got my stand in the gallery hall. Got the paychecks and friends in expensive dress.
Even though the more I get known, the less all of this makes sense.
None of my art feels good enough 'cause my colors are dulls in the night.
But then, is it weird that I need you to like it when I know you don't care?
One picture I still love is the portrait of your face when you said I'm hopeless with my stained hands.
Spend hours to express my pain in paints.
I have to find my own way, so you remember my name.
I'll draw hundreds of your face with my stained hands.
I'll spend hours to express my love in paints.
I'm gonna build my own way, so you remember my name.