no better time than now to see what's real
so don't try to put anything at hush
it's like a painting, everything is clear.
no where to hide from the strokes of the brush,
my eyes can see beyond the lies you've told.
picture this, a day out of the museum
no pretending... you'll have a heart of gold.
although the chances of this are so slim,
I'd like to know the person you've become
following the petals inside this frame.
I'll let you figure out where they came from
just remember you started this whole game.
the petals have lead you to a great place
forgiveness is how you end things with grace.