You want to ask me what's wrong

but i can't seem to tell the truth

You ask me to try

and I lie to say the answer's you

trying gets old

as the days seem longer

but the smile on your face

keeps me from getting colder.

One minute passes

one hour stays in place

two minutes tick by

and time seems frozen in space.

Hopes are just dreams left behind

Dreams are never truly forgotten

merely being replaced with a new sense of need

keeping the stars from dying.

You ask me to say the truth

but all I can do

Is think of art

a simple painting of you.