If I were a painting 
Captured on canvas 
Alone in the portrait I would stand 
And [bad word] strokes bold 
Yet soft as a whisper 
The work of a feminine hand 

Caught in a still life 
Surrounded by shadows 
OR lost in a background of blue 

If I were a painting 
My price would be pain 
And the artist would have to be you 

I imagine the colors 
Would [bad word] together 
If you ever allowed me to cry 
So don't paint the tears 
Just let me remember me 
Without you in my LIFE 

It's only the frame 
That holds me together 
Or else I would be falling apart 

If I were a painting 
I wouldn't FEAR 
And you wouldn't be breaking my heart