Danielle Deckard - Undone

I am a painter, with no colour in my palette
Oh, where has it gone, oh where has it gone?
I am a writer with no story worth the page
Oh, where has it gone? Oh, where have I gone?
I’ve come undone.

I am a dancer, with no grace left in my step
Oh, where has it gone, oh where has it gone?
I am a singer, with no depth beyond my voice
Oh, where has it gone? Oh, where have I gone?
I’ve come undone...

Lost the time can’t fill the space
Trapped inside this day to day
Unrelenting, I’m standing small
I can’t even feel my weight
No desire to escape
Where have I gone?
Where have I gone?

I am an artist, with no craft left to forsake
Oh, where has it gone? Oh, where have I gone?
I’ve come undone