Kiss me under the moonlight
before the heavens steal it from the night...
In her eyes lay salt crystals of regret,
pain trying to escape her heart...
You walk alone,
You stand alone...
It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...
Anxiety disorders are not something to be...
It is not feeling nervous from time to time...
That guilty look on your face
Telling me something is out of place...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...
I'll light the way if you ask me to,
But don't get too close my dear...
All these broken dreams
are starting to freeze my soul...
Drain your words of their nectar
And fill up my cup once more...
Here in front
Of you I stand...
You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...