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  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  wouldn't  be  breaking  my  heart