we paint pictures of the sea
of the fiery sky and frozen trees
well i painted one of you and me
of how perfect we could never be
it made me see what i didn't before
the little things i chose to ignore
your heart was true but your effort was poor
i can see it all so clearly now
a love that once stood strong turns weary somehow
these pictures hang on our walls
but depict nothing real at all
they're the way we imagine things
safe inside a frame they will never be torn
never broken or battered or worn
and although they never change
they can make you feel a different way
if looked at on a different day
i can see it all so clearly now
as these short months turn into long years somehow
at some point in time we will put these pictures away
put them in storage and save them for a rainy day
because we all know things and people change
something that once made you smile can bring you pain
what once gave you peace of mind can drive you insane
the dust might settle but underneath the feelings remain
so we hide the memories of then and replace them with now
instead of wondering why the laughter turned into tears somehow
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