i am making something for youfor all the things i never saidi am making a world for youin the interim of sensebyzantium leavingoh, i was honest in living this waybyzantium leavingmore than i could sayi am baking on the balconybut tomorrow i will paint a picturei am baking on the balconybut tomorrow i will paint you a picturei'll paint a picture from the ashesi am making something for youfor all the things i never saidi am making something for youfor all the things that are leftbyzantium leavingoh, i was honestwhen i could not stay living this waybyzantium leavingoh, i couldn't stay awakebyzantium leavingin the crescent of my father's shapein the ashes of the leavesi was leavingwell, i could not stayliving this way