If I were a painting Captured on canvas Alone in the portriat 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 And 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 eyes It's only the frame That holds me together Or else I would be falling apart If I were a painting I wouldn't feel And you wouldnt be breaking my heart