In the portrait of love i have no place,
Just look at the frame, a battered disgrace.
It's a picture of heartbreak and a mural of tears.
It's an image of hurt and a patchwork of fears.
I'm tossing and turning.
Just waiting for you.
I'm missing a piece, in the picture i drew,
So if you'll return, without a delay.
We'll fix up the frame and paint the portrait our way:)
