With this pain I’d rather paint and try to turn this broken picture into something that it ain’t

With this pain I'd rather paint
And try to turn this broken picture into something that it ain't
This pain I'll rather hold because it's made me who I am
It's probably time I let it go, I free myself from myself 
I free you from regret  
I grant you peace before you rest and that's the least that you should get  
I think we've both suffered enough, please