Imagine my mirror image...
That's what he is.
She's trying to invert her dreams,
impose them on him,
when I was the original print.
Take me out of the picture then,
and put him in my place.
But he doesn't fit my frame.
She's trying to replace me already;
tired of our painting
Fine.
Hang me on you're wall, beautiful.
Because...
All we are now is a deserted masterpiece.
Collecting dust in a museum of memories...
