"If your heart is broken, make ART with the pieces" |
Ive come to worry about little things |
But I didn't know then this sadness |
She cries but it's just those crocodile tears. There's no point in bringing up what's been hidden by years. Everyone's secret craves for attention, but some things are just beyond simple-minded comprehension. |
Don't spill your guts to glazed eyes... |
You are my heart and soul, |
I am bound to ruffle some feathers in order to fly. |
The anger swells in my guts |
And inside we're still sleeping like the living dead. Me with my whiskey dreams and you with your sick head. |
"Never mind" said your open arms. |