She sees the mirror of herself, an image she wants to sell |
I have found that the art of simplicity simply means making peace with your complexity. |
The prettiest things can come out of the coldest nights |
We're distracted by the hard times and the troubles that we make |
Please don't blow away for another day |
No sleeping at night, |
If you weren't real i would make you up |
You spend your nights alone |
Your heart and i engaged in a game of hide and seek |
Nothing is as real as a dream |