Portrait Of Me

Picture two arms as empty as trees without leaves

And two lips much colder than winter's first breeze

Fill two eyes with teardrops until they can't see then you'll have a portrait of me

Then fashion a frame from a heart that can't be free

Cause it's completely surrounded my old memories

Then hang it up high so the whole world can see and you'll have a portrait of me

Then fashion a frame...

Then you'll have a portrait of me