She speaks roughly
each phrase heavy...
I've tried to mend my heart
But it aches with every beat...
Inside the eye of a lonely wanderer
is a mother he loved so dear...
The door slams shut,
and the chilling winter wind behind me rustles my...
The pain that is inside of her
Can sometimes be seen through her eyes...
Over the years i watched us change,
we went from a loving couple to a disturbed pair...
Ill paint you a picture
of a pretty little girl...
Cockle shells in the morning's glory
wither away to forget-me-nots...
If I'm only dreaming,
That means this isn't real...
All these thoughts inside my head
Spilled onto paper all to be read...
I recall the very first time we met
How you tried to get deep inside my head...
It was her birthday she had waited for it for so...
In her pretty pink dress nothing could go wrong...