Verse 1:
On the wall hangs a picture, so pristine and serene,
A flawless frame, edges sharp, a sheen that gleams.
But look closer at the image, the story it tells,
A world of cracks and creases, where chaos dwells.
The smiles that once lit up the room, now shadows cast,
Memories of a happy past, that somehow didn’t last.
A perfect facade, holding a truth so raw,
The beauty on the surface hides a core that’s sore.
Chorus:
A broken picture in a flawless frame,
Hiding the hurt, masking the pain.
What you see isn’t always what it seems,
Behind the glass, shattered dreams.
Verse 2:
Every corner perfectly aligned, each detail just right,
Yet the colors have faded, under the weight of blight.
The laughter and joy, now silent echoes that haunt,
In this perfect picture, the ghosts of past taunt.
The frame stands firm, its polish without a flaw,
But it cages a portrait, riddled with every claw.
A stark reminder of what we try to ignore,
That sometimes what’s broken is at the very core.
Chorus:
A broken picture in a flawless frame,
Hiding the hurt, masking the pain.
What you see isn’t always what it seems,
Behind the glass, shattered dreams.
Bridge:
Can we mend the tears, can we restore the hue?
Or do we cherish the cracks, as part of the view?
Is there beauty in the breakage, truth in the scars,
A story worth telling, between these bars?
Outro:
So here it hangs, a testament, a claim,
Beauty and pain, together contained.
A broken picture in a flawless frame,
A silent whisper of life’s complex game.