Picture Perfect
you paint yourself, you're own picture
we see another of you
picture perfect is what we figure
but the paint brush fell never too nearThe pain you feel i wish i felt
i wish you were here to talk to me
don't cross this line
please come back, come back to mesound of laughter in the mirror
these are the last straws of here
shattered glass, splattered tears
now the picture is ever too clearyou paint yourself a distorted picture
(try just a little bit harder)
but in our eyes you're the perfect picture
(try just a little bit harder)
