Hard and cold
It sure ain't gold...
My heart said love him so did my soul.
But my mind said no it will end in disaster...
SO what exactly am I to you
Another carpet waiting for your god damn shoe...
Anting, breathless
Running away...
Eyes of misty grey -- look out upon the sky,
Crimson tears fall -- tattered wings refuse to...
Through shadows and decaying leaves
Thee are hiding amid dead trees...
Tasting the life's fluids of your eternal flowing...
sweet is the sound of your pain...
Light descends to darkness
The luminousness of the moon...
Tears of flame
Burn so bright...
She puts ton of make-up on
wears cloths that show everything...
A lost soul wonders the skies
above waiting to be set free...
There is a place where the fairies go,
its beautiful, magical and all covered in snow...