The Painting
Im standing in an old
abandoned country house down the street
As I walk towards the stairs,
my heart skips a beat
I see a painting down the hall
A painting hanging on the wall
It has a story that has never been heard
No one has ever noticed it before,
'cause the painting is covered with dirt
I wipe off the dust and amaze myself off what i see
I see a girl standing behind a big old oaktree
When I take a closer look
I see that her eyes are full with tears
Not one person has tried to find out
the secret that she has been hiding all those years
As lonely as she is, she tries to live on,
although her heart is dying
Waiting for someone to save her from her pain,
she'll never give up trying
I take a look again and realize
that the girl behind the big old oaktree
the girl inside the dusty old painting
and the tears in her eyes is "me"