Pictures painted by your hand. Will never look the same again. The colours run, the colours fade. What once was bright. Has now turned to grey. There is a place in which I keep. The parts of you and me. As they were meant to be. As just a memory.
Pictures painted by your hand.Will never look the same again.The colours run, the colours fade.What once was bright.Has now turned to grey.There is a place in which I keep.The parts of you and me.As they were meant to be.As just a memory.