Mistakes are made
Hearts are broken...
Broken hearts trying to mend,
two stubborn people neither willing to bend...
Thoughts on paper, not too sure why, Brought to...
I want to be there for you
I want to let you in...
Let's try again
To touch the sky...
Through the foggy grey's,
Of freshly instilled...
Darling,
We both know you are no Mr. Romantic...
As his calloused fingers pluck his vintage Gibson...
his passion poured with each single verse...
You walked away so determined
Upon a path full of so much heartache...
Thunder and lightning can't compare to our fights,
And those red-hot, angry, tearful nights...
Its strange to think,
because i don't believe...
Very less did I knew,
that my fate was sealed...