She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...
I’ve spent years here playing with my ashes,
Watching seasons pass and the grass regrow...
You made a choice
Our bond broken...
And there she goes,
Her and the painted night horse...
.
there need not be iron bars...
I know they're not our footprints
Embedded in the sand...
I’ve been crying out for so long
Like being on repeat, a familiar song...
I feel invisible,
Forgettable...
Has love changed throughout the years?
Will broken hearts still cause tears...
It's a shame
You killed the flame...
You used to say I was beautiful
That I was all you ever wanted...
Peace, comfort, serenity
I found home in your arms...