I painted that person so careful with love
I hang it on my walls of heart
One day when I look back at my old heart
I found that my art was gone
When I run to find my art
After spending so much time
I saw that my art was on someone else's hand
That person was my best friend
She stole my art
But it was brighter than it was with me
Then I tell my self "it wasn't gone. It was sold"
Cause I let her look at my art
All I do now is to look down and try not to paint again
Nobody deserve my paint brushes on them