To my boyfriend Cris
(2013)
This is a story of two lost souls and standing up for those you love.
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor