my tears fall down like an open stream
the words fall out but its never what i mean
and if i could go back, id never have met
the one that left me falling to my feet
the photographs left nothing but the shame
through the false smiles there hides a lot of pain
and when i cry its not because i loved you
its because i let her feel that every day
and what is left of the girl who become
a portrait to tear apart
the emptiness a work of art
where was the rosebush that sheltered her from love
when will she have enough
now the vines have left her desperate
people never say what they really mean
you have to hear a load of lies
before you get the chance to believe
with every word my heart was yours to steal
but when you said i love you well i guess that wasn't real