Now this dream's just a cloudy memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The canvas looks so empty without the painting.
Youre portrait would be so beautiful hung in empty halls.
Now this dream's a faded memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The frame looks so empty without the canvas.
You make everything so much better.
And now this dream's just a cloudy memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
I can live again.
The walls look so empty without the frames.
I wanted to be you, but instead I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The canvas looks so empty without the painting.
Youre portrait would be so beautiful hung in empty halls.
Now this dream's a faded memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The frame looks so empty without the canvas.
You make everything so much better.
And now this dream's just a cloudy memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
I can live again.
The walls look so empty without the frames.
I wanted to be you, but instead I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself,
I destroyed myself.