Rip the thorn from your palm
From the rose I stole...
I know the difference
Between myself and my reflection...
Lest we remember
On the day they had died...
She has a porcelain face
Skin china and pale...
Why shall I ever
Believe in what you say...
You cant always play pretend, eventually the dress up clothes dont fit. |
My eyes are stained from the many tears I cried, knowing you don't care |
My lonliness has never shined so bright |