Picture me the way I was
The way I ought to be
Before this sickness got ahold of me
Like glue
Please see me through
All my broken days, broken days
Always say ,
you’ll picture me like I am
Just like a friend
Stick with me straight till the end
Begin again,
My cracks are starting to show
And I guess we both know
That time sometimes blows
And goodbyes come too soon and too slow
Picture me like you saw me that day
When you asked me to play
A song we both knew to get lost to that way
Smile like you did when you asked me to stay
With you.
-Collins
turner collins 