A picture in portrait, a lasting reflection of you
Is all I've been left with to show for my time with you
and now the veil is falling down

as the picture perfect life was never found

What had only just begun was stopped dead in it's tracks

Cause you were waiting for the one and couldn't tell if it was me

Now lying wide awake in bed, I can't stop but to think

of all the things we done and said with our time in my head
because I don't want you to go and bruise my tattered heart anymore


What had only just begun was stopped dead in it's tracks
Cause you were waiting for the one and couldn't tell if it was me


Cause I don't believe that it's to late to look back and think of what might have been
The worse part about it's when snapped back to my sense the picture is all that remains


The picture in portrait a lasting reflection of you