Dreams of your pretty eyes linger in my head,
tears drip into your luring glass of revenge,
go ahead,
there's nothing to feel in or believe in anymore,
you closed my door,
sealed off my windows,
trapped,
hungry for relief,
tired of the same old cycle,
gasping,
strangle me it would make no difference,
this world fills me with bore,
I'll pack my things,
run into the night,
meet you by the lake,
we can cry and smile,
into the morning...
