I have painted a thousand paintings but only one reminded me of you.
Because you broke my heart in a thousand pieces, there was the truth.
It was hidden in a broken heart of red.
Proved that our love was dead.
Now you can't go ahead and say you never hurt me.
When there stands the painting for you, and I just let it be.
Because I know that you know what it all stands for.
A signal you could never ignore.
Every stroke of the brush, hurt me more.
Because then I knew how many times you hurt me before.
It kind of doesn't make any sense, but that is just you.
That is the truth..
So before making any harsh decisions, let me in on the plan.
Then for sure I know to search for a new man.
We couldn't make it work, doesn't mean I love you any less..
I stopped trying so I didn't have to be left alone in this horrible mess.
These secrets, I confessed..
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