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Diamonds are not forgiving though pretty they may be,
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Am I Cyrstal? That you can see right through me to my very core?
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I'm sorry, ok? i'm sorry I'm not good enough
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Under a flicker of the pales moonlight,
I've wrapped my heart in velvet and tied it with silks
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With bells on her fingers and rings on toes
She dances, making the world go round
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Now that your here...tell...tell me,
am I the only the on your mind?
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Even standing still, I can fell the rush
It's bubbling, spinning ans churnig
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Ya see, I know this girl...
I know it sounds silly, and a little cliche,
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Many nights I lay awake just daydreaming about you
looking out my window,
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~ My pen bleeds for me and writes to him. ~
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He drives me crazy insane! He hates coffee and monsters, but loves a good mountian dew or rockstar punch.
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Screaming through the twisted sheets
She strains against his many restraints
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Please, Cut me no more with your 'candy-coated' razor blades
painted prettily with all your tecnicolor lies
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Peice by piece, I gave my heart to you
Hoping that with time we could be true
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What I want is to play, play with you
hands teasing, fingers testing
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If you untie my feet from the ground,
then baby, I can teach your heart to soar
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She has herself and her family fooled,
constantly playing roles to fill holes
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Did you know I see her? She never looks quite the same
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On my heart string you did play,
a sweetly haunting melodie,
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Tell me again, what we are doing?
Tell me again of whats to be
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My lovers eyes are a fire stsarter
one glance and I'm caught in his burning light
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No! She screeches as sobs rack her throat
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I don't want to feel
Don't want to care
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Looking at my misshapen relfection
I cant help but wonder why
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my simple heart is all I have to give
I know it's not perfect and it's not grand,
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I don't understand how you could feel this way
Nothings changed, its still the same
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My head is about to explode
I can't take this any more
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If I were your girl
and you, my guy
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listen for the whisper
that hum in your head
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All the pain I hide behind my mask
in this world of make-belive,
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Paper hearts crumble to dust and golden love gathers rust
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its back again, this strange feeling thats becoming all to familiar
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Whe we start to talk about math
I'll try tosay a little line
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