I Paint

Did you paint this? Yes I like to pretend that the world isn't what it is 'Cause what it is, is mean And cruel and bigger Than anything I could ever imagine So, yes I make up these worlds in my head Put them down on paper with these hands of mine I find that time slows down when I do And when I close my eyes I see The truth come spilling over me And when I hold my hands over my ears I hear sweet melodies I feel like I am safe When I run away from the real world So, yes. I paint Well? Aren't you gonna say anything?