I painted a picture in my head of me and you Moving past all the obstacles that we've been through Love is wicked in as much as cruel But that wasn't the picture that I drew
I've been painting a picture in my head of me and you Falling apart as we grew I fell for you, and got bruised And now my heart...wished only better, it had knew
I will paint a picture in my head of me and you Two of us as one, a part of the lucky few Who finally feels love, and bask in its morning dews I will paint a picture,........ a picture of me loving you
A painted picture doesn't necessarily have to be what is....it can be what will be.