Behind the picture frame..
The feelings unreal;
This pain..wash it away...wash it away.
The emotions dwelling in a picture frame;
I'm here
...I'm here
my tears don't stop, my heart aches;
This isn't what it's suppose to be...no one to talk to.
You don't see me anymore;
Can I close my eyes..can I wish..can I make you believe I mean more then people seem to think
Close your eyes..
Don't let me cry..I don't want you to see me cry.
Black and white photographs; "torn roses, lay thee down to weep in a field of pure silk. Wash away her pain, wash away her hurt, it will get better my child..it will get better."
Waiting for a dream, I lay in rest;
nor broken, nor important, I lay these thoughts aside
crash; let me scream one more time, heal these wounds that I've created on my sanity, let me stay on my ground.
It's nothing; let it be over.
It's fine; I'm alright.
.."Until she speaks again"..