I’ve ripped you from the picture frame, it’s sad but it had to be that way, ‘cause it’s been so long, and for so long it’s burned inside of my own face. I hung your picture in my mind, it held but faded much with time, ‘cause it’s been so long, and for so long it’s time you exited my mind. So go away now, I felt you burn inside of my own skin, and I know you got hands that burn like the pictured frame. I felt it go inside my mind, and I’ve already said too much for you.