"I had this pretty painting 
Filled it with her smile & roses,

Thought I could read her like a story book 
I was wrong to imagine it wasn’t real
,
All her story’s laughs & giggles filled my painting with beauty,
She was all in my head did think that she didn’t feel what she said,
My painting became dark & gloomy 
I was alone after I shared my thoughts,

Couldn’t control my brush so angry,
for expressing my empty thought,
I wasn’t in love with her at all,
She was afraid to let me in so was I
being to protective of my walls
,
But I can’t lie I’d smile every time she would smile,

That’s all I wanted in my painting 

I started my painting with her happy thoughts her lyrics her smile,

But she couldn’t see me beautiful as the moon & stars at night,

She couldn’t see pass the broken heart that she carries,

She couldn’t see me,

She made me feel nothing,

So I walked away 
packed my brushes and paints
,
Stood up to see if she would hold me down & say what would calm me down,
I needed a friend in this world to see the beauty in me,

But she didn’t say a word 
So I walked away,
with my beautiful honest clear painting,

Smiling for I knew she we’ll find her own other & be happy, 

My beautiful glorious painting,

I’m burning the painting now.."