Temptations and pleases broken hearts no teases
And they say time heals everything but the heart
Of an artist who sees him as a painting in parts
Perfect on one side destructive on another
But still she waits like there's no tomorrow
With the tears that cake all around in sorrow
Behind the blood drying up fast
His name appears from under the scabs
Scars, and scrapes, cut ups, and wounds
Nothing hurts like her heart with a bruise
