| If I Were a Painting |
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| If I were a painting |
| Captured on canvas |
| Alone in the portrait I would stand |
| And brush 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 all run 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 |
