The Picture

I hear a beat,
I know the sound
I feel a skip,
One that I’m used to
I see a picture,
But this one is new
I cry of pain,
Because I know this is real.

I hear a beat,
Because all love is gone
I feel a skip,
Since I wasn’t worth the truth
I see a picture,
Wishing it would burn
I cry of pain,
Because now I’m in the dark.


I hear a beat,
Wishing it were music
I feel a skip,
Wishing it would leave
I see a picture,
Wishing it would delete
I cry of pain,
Because the picture is forever in my mind.