Too tired to sleep. |
I'd drive an iron stake through my heart, |
It's two in the morning, |
Behind the black make-up and the shadowed eyes, |
Let not my words be found by unkind eyes, |
Red eyes see bloody skies, |
I may be different, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong... |
These surface cuts will fade away, |
Emotions are very fickle things, |
Tired eyes see cloudy skies, |