Picture two arms as empty as trees without leaves

And two lips much colder than winter's first breeze

Fill two eyes with teardrops until they can't see then you'll have a portrait of me

Then fashion a frame from a heart that can't be free

Cause it's completely surrounded my old memories

Then hang it up high so the whole world can see and you'll have a portrait of me

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Then fashion a frame...

Then you'll have a portrait of me