&& she's left behind--coating memories in cellophane,
She might be back to collect them later.
So let's go dancing--
spin me around in the colours,
Let's destroy this dance-floor.
Ohh && did I tell you?
Baby, I'm bad news.
She's never been one for sweet love lies
&& yet, he fuels her on them.
No-one wonders why she's left alone in the corner.
He throws her into the sky
making endless promises to catch her, just to walk away.
She's lying underneath a polka-dot blanket
of golden sparkly stars.
Where are you now? Who are you now--
Are you even seeing your beautiful babygirl?
She's pressed against the rough field hay;
lips smothering hers, && hands are everywhere.
Who knew the same hands which are ever so gentle
can invade && destroy--
&& her world just turned black.
Suck away the colour, the magic, the grace.
She's left a stick person drawing--
clothes that will never fit hang off her.
She never eats. She never sleeps.
She's barely existing.
This rainbow has been sucked of colour--
Now she's just rain.
&& the tears run fast, her mascara black
&& her eyes are the only things to shine.
Walk away now baby, He's bad news.
&& Sweetie...
He always will be.
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