She stands in front of the mirror again
Changed her looks so many times...
I knew I should have left sooner,
knowing I could never be your everything...
There's a dusty wooden staircase, with squeaky...
that ascend from my heart to my brain. Thoughts...
I remember when you used to be happy
Talking about me to all your friends...
You claim the world sits in your locker,
to wait on your desires...
I don’t want to see you,
Even on my darkest blue...
I can't keep you from
rising in my heart...
It's the loneliest feeling in the World
I wouldn't wish it on no one...
I once stressed the sun
to the corner of your...
The healing tree,
Inside of my heart...
It was a deafening silence that
invaded the room as the last of her...
We're not promised tomorrow,
These’s past four years without you...