bạn are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, bạn are the wind.
bạn are slipping through my hands.
Your brain is a slow moving train.
At the end of your rope,you taste the rain.
bạn are in such a haste to waste away.
Sad, bạn have Mất tích all hope and want to escape really bad.
Time reveals your true colors.
Whichever part of bạn will win this twisted game? bạn sway back and forth like a willow tree.
bạn breathe and everybody knows your name. Fame is not enough to keep bạn alive.
Why can't everything stay the same?
Why can't bạn ever be truly free?
Your soul crawls out of your skin.
I can't spin bạn around one thêm last time because bạn are a ghost.
I stare out of the window hoping to see your shadow.
bạn transform into a robin before my eyes.
Jesus carries bạn to places that I will never visit. Flying solo, bạn say hello to the angels.
Where is your purple heart, your halo?
Where is your yellow safety blanket, your best friend?
Your afterglow, yesterday's ashes, what could've should've would've been.