Colours of the wall

Pictures of you
pictures of me
hanging on my wall
theres no place that has a picture
it was once told
but forgotten the next day
the story id tell my kids
of how i met you
how you said forever
but that one stormy night
changed there lives
two little kids staring out the window
it hurt them to see there Daddy jump into the taxi
two little kids staring out the window
watching there hero fail
there now both older
you should see them
they look so beautiful
but like you whispered in there ear
Daddy's gotta go Good bye little ones
5 and 7 years old
couldn't of you said something softer
they tell me never to whisper that story again
they tell me no one will ever be my hero
cause mommy hero's are fake
just like comic books
at the end someone leaves
at the end someones world dies
but mommy don't cry
when her kids arent home
she goes to that bedroom
pictures of you
pictures of me
hanging on my wall
theres no place that has a picture
it was once told
but forgotten the next day
the story id tell my kids
of how i met you
how you said forever
but that one stormy night
changed there lives
forever