Stuck in this frame of mind,
The pictures tilted,
And coming off the wall,
The OCD begins to take effect,
But nothing will get the picture back.
The sunny skies turn to rainy days,
Cause it just doesn't matter what you say,
Things are going to be the way they are.
Those smiles are forever,
Even if this frame falls and cracks,
It'll never break what we had,
Though it'll fade until the memories are dead,
And all-time moments are just shades of regret.
