If I were a painting   Captured on canvas   Alone in the portrait I would stand      And brush strokes bold   Yet soft as a whisper   The work of a feminine hand      Caught in the still life   Surrounded by shadows   Or lost in a background of blue      If I were a painting   My price would be pain   And the artist would have to be you      I imagine the colors   Would all run together   If you ever allowed me to cry      So don't paint the tears   Just let me remember me   Without you in my life      It's only the frame   That holds me together   Or else I'd be falling apart      If I were a painting   I wouldn't feel   And you wouldn't be breaking my heart