Don't even know

It's always coming back to this moment
Because you have to draw me in before you can draw me out
Such a pretty painted picture and it's black words scribbled across
I've never really been able to figure out what it's about
Words are my only definition of the images in my mind
I'd look around and wonder if anyone else can see them
The screaming pictures of you and the light of me
You're this beautiful flower pulled out at the stem
Cause the thing is, I believe you can feel it
Maybe you're just immune to what it could have been
Cause I don't know what you are now
But it wasn't what you were then
And it's funny cause I don't care all that much and there are no specifics
You're each and every time someone crossed a line
And finally it's hard to feel it
Maybe this numbness could be some sort of a cure
Or maybe it's proof that hurt can hurt too bad
Cause when you're alone and by yourself
And you've forgotten all you've had
Maybe you'll feel it
It's kind of ironic how the worst pain is the kind you don't feel at all
The kind that has a heavy sinking heart and a mind aching for more
It's got a body curled up wishing to feel something
And a lost set of eyes searching wildly for a door
Cause in the picture, you are screaming
I still can't figure out it if it's for hate or if it's for help
It's this burning fiery of passion
And this innocent face letting out the weakest of yelps
In your eyes I see a father screaming at a daughter
Telling her the things that will stick to her heart for years to come
I see a boy taking advantage of a girl
Who won't ever be the same because of what he's done
And I see all emotions wrapped up together
Forming some sort of shield against anyone with bad intentions
It's the woman you swore you loved
But not enough for a little more attention
So I guess this picture is one of everything felt
The breaking of hearts and the mending of minds
Society all focused on figuring out the world before bringing it together
And searching for a key they just can't find