I cry myself to sleep at night, |
Before it was great
My heart didn't ache...
Face your fears
Dry your tears...
It's still winter in my wonderland,
I just feel like I've done all that I can...
Tear-stained cheeks
And rosy eyes...
Nothing goes the same every day
Nothing writes itself the same way...
I miss the kiss of treachery, the sweet, warm kiss of vanity, the soft and dark and velvety up close against my skin. |
When the world has fallen and the river's are dried up... |
Face your fears and dry your tears, no one cares and no one's there - you made a mistake and it's too late to go back. |