I'm staring at before
And now for sake of grief
I'm lying to myself
And playing make-believe
Pretending what we were
Was more than what it was
And though I may embellish it
It matters not, because...
The painting's still the same
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
And history stands firm
I cannot re-arrange it
The past will stay the same
And I can never change it
I'm staring at our end
Back to when we finished it
I lie about the pain
Hoping to diminish it
Pretending that it hurts
A lot less than it does
And though I minimize it
It matters not, because...
The painting's still the same
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
And history stands firm
I cannot re-arrange it
The past will stay the same
And I can never change it
And time will come and go
With no way to re-gain it
The past is still the past
However I explain it
Pretend it's something else
And try so hard to feign it
But the past is still the same
And I can never change it
