Picture In A Frame

You can sell your soul

But you can't buy it back

I've spent my whole life

Working to give you

Everything you lack

I would gladly trade

All of my sympathy

For sorrow

If i could have you

Here with me tomorrow

So many wasted days

The past is so hard to get out from under

So many words that i wish i could say

The future rattles my bones weak like thunder

I wish you were here

So we could walk and talk

In the soft rain

Now all that's left of us

Is a picture sitting in a frame

Everything i wish for

Is everything i see

I remember when your kisses were for me