Come here love,
Tell me your story...
A chill down her spine
The wind on her hair...
So much sadness in his words
The poems he writes...
Her Face is scarred
Her arms have wounds...
Ah... the sky is dark,
just like my thoughts...
Beautiful white clouds
Let me sleep on you tonight...
I know I can't make you love me
I know I can't make you stay...
Sitting on a bathroom stall
You prepare your next fix...
I have everything I can think of.
Yet I still can't seem to get over my past...
Every night you come around
Slap her on the face because she didn't do what...
Another bruise on her face
Another bruise in her heart...
The thunder shakes the earth,
Little people run for cover as the first droplets...