If I gave you pretty enough words, could you paint a picture of us that works?
I painted a portrait of he who would never paint me,
Put my emotions into colors however bleak they seemed to be,
All except those bright hazel eyes that just don't look at me the same,
I blended every shade of grey and sealed it with my name.
But, when I put it on display it lacked that final touch.
And I fear that it's because it would hurt me too much.
To paint a countenance so weary when it never used to be.
Before I painted the portrait of he who would never paint me.
I sang a song for he who would never sing for me,
Took the music from my soul and composed a symphony,
Perfected every note to call for him by name,
To serenade his heavy heart instead of cause it more pain,
But, when I stood up to perform the tune projected bittersweetly.
And I fear that it's because he'll never understand completely.
The meaning hidden deep within the casual melody.
Of a song I sang for he who would never sing to me.
I cried a tear for he who would never cry for me.
For everytime we spent gazing at the splashes of the sea,
For the way I'll spend my sleepless nights in absolute despair.
Forever reaching out for him when I know he isn't there.
But, sometimes I still imagine him near even though, I know.
And I fear that's it's because I can't bare to let him go.
So I'm doomed to spend my life in a broken fantasy.
Thinking and dreaming of he who has long forgotten me...
Put my emotions into colors however bleak they seemed to be,
All except those bright hazel eyes that just don't look at me the same,
I blended every shade of grey and sealed it with my name.
But, when I put it on display it lacked that final touch.
And I fear that it's because it would hurt me too much.
To paint a countenance so weary when it never used to be.
Before I painted the portrait of he who would never paint me.
I sang a song for he who would never sing for me,
Took the music from my soul and composed a symphony,
Perfected every note to call for him by name,
To serenade his heavy heart instead of cause it more pain,
But, when I stood up to perform the tune projected bittersweetly.
And I fear that it's because he'll never understand completely.
The meaning hidden deep within the casual melody.
Of a song I sang for he who would never sing to me.
I cried a tear for he who would never cry for me.
For everytime we spent gazing at the splashes of the sea,
For the way I'll spend my sleepless nights in absolute despair.
Forever reaching out for him when I know he isn't there.
But, sometimes I still imagine him near even though, I know.
And I fear that's it's because I can't bare to let him go.
So I'm doomed to spend my life in a broken fantasy.
Thinking and dreaming of he who has long forgotten me...