Keeping your feelings bottled up inside
Wearing a mask to hide everything...
Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
And the rain is falling.
I watch you going inside this house...
Beneath you as you sleep
a ship floats in your aura...
A story of three different girls
Wanting three different guys...
We met upon
the internet...
If I could take back one moment
And let this emptyness go...
Memories are good,
Memories are bad...
I know I am not his daughter,
I know I am not his wife...
I
Know...
all I have left
in place...
Twists and turns, are a parcel of life...