Perfect Picture

Perfect picture seen abroad, How it looks is a fraud. The sun sets on rose colored grass As we pretend its a few in past. Time and money grow into last As we rush forever fast. Love isn't found where we are bound, But resentment an anger can be found. The perfect pictures that we paint Shows you that we were never saint's. Glory an fame shows you lies But for us, its only us who dies. Smiles for the camera Shades of pink, I'll have one more drink. Together you must think That riches and gold was how we were sold. The lives we live are not what you think...