the picture

jealousy is time's game, painted in her secrets, vanity has now found a holiday, beauty everlasting, could it really be so, that the picture would pay the price for life, she was born in the land of heartbreak, shadows burn everywhere she goes, she is young as each moment passes, and so she'll stay as the years pass away, she will never grow old, but she had to give her soul to the picture, there's a hold on her life, and she's running out of time in the picture, prisoner of canvas, keeper of the mystery, everyone around her has begun to fade, life is bitter sweet now, looking for the way out, time is something she's got on her side, pure the soul and you'll pure the senses, can this be every sin it shows, turn the page but there's nothing after, the price she must pay as the angels turn away, she will never grow old, but she had to give her soul to the picture, there's a hold on her life, and she's running out of time in the picture, she is lost in the land of nowhere, lovers fade at each chapter's close, a heart so cold even love won't enter, keys of her rage lock the perfect cage, she will never grow old, but she had to give her soul to the picture, there's a hold on her life, and she's running out of time in the picture, withers twisted found in their evening dress, portrayed perfect telling what she can't confess