How I ache,
How you hurt me,
Look at those pretty scars,
Written in the unaffectionate stars.
How can you look at the world this way?
With such ugly indesgression,
How can it not change my view?
It's all it was bound to do.
How I hurt,
You foolish boy,
Turn back that clock,
And change the things that I want to block.
Don't look at me with those green eyes,
I'd only want to hide away,
How funny it only seems to get worse and worse,
I thought He was bad, I thought He was a curse.
Can't something fix this?
Can't I rewind to that 'perfect' little world,
Should I have run from four years,
With all these tears.
Lost and found.
