Gates
empty canvas
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I see myself in you, reflected
You try to reproduce what I did
You trace my pattern trying to be candid
But all that you create is not quite right
You draw your hands across an empty canvas
Your fingers paint a scene so dull and lifeless
And all the color worn from me is pointless
Because all youâll ever be is black and white
And Iâve become your something
In a photograph of nothing
Left hanging in the dark
And I am always with you
Even if you didnât want to
Youâve framed my work of art
And even though the negative was cut and replaced
Iâll develop into what cannot be erased
And youâll develop into nothing
And your whole life, forever spent
To be what hasnât happened yet