Morning will come
peace will return...

I'm hanging on to your lies,
terrified to fall...

*he tells himself that it is only one more time*
*he thinks it won't matter much to him or anyone...

*Spinning out of the circle*
*the line that divides us...

*the ally is oh so narrow and oh so dark*
*Like the line between the two halves of her oh so...

*When we said the reluctant goodbyes*
*I fell from this lovely high...

*he is a smoker, a drinker*
*and a never thinker...

*she cries to herself a pool or beer tears*
*drowns herself in her alchohol fears...

*daddy stop with the beer.*
*Please, I am begging you here...

Paint me Pretty
so I can dance...

*To everyone*
*we've looked apon...

*I hold on to my hatred,*
*like it is a gift, fragile and sacred...