The World I Painted

The world I painted was new.
the colors were so alive.
I took a lie and made it true.
One final touch and then right into the painting I dive.
it's ok if I break.
This is more than I can take.
It's my life thats at stake.
when did it all happen?
One color after another seemed to fade.
Now the sky is colored with a coal pen.
It's all black despite how hard I try.
Where does this leave me?
It's ok if I break.
This is more than i can take.
My life is at stake.
What if I could fly out of here?
Would I still deny?