Perfection entitled in every which way
Enforced my emotions at the end of this may
When it's hidden you'll see the enlightenment in me
For what lights you might see, you see feelings are free
For lust I might have for this greedy mistake
This Pride is my winning as this heart shall not break.

What is a picture?
A picture is quite simple to explain.
You can say it is an image sketched out onto a piece of paper, or a image burned into the back of your head. it's something unable to be changed overtime. It is here, it is there, and it will stay the way it is.
There is nothing you can do to change a picture.

Like notes on a measure we were welded together
Seam to seam, station to station
Holding hands for the perfect migration

For something so small I would've never thought twice
Till a stab in the back and a vicious dog bite
had me break at the knees, now my hands in the dirt
You could of shot me a smile so I could have left with a smirk
For something so small I would've never thought twice.