A friend, the only friend who whispers in your ear. Just to say good luck and that is all you need to hear. I wrap up cold so when I march on my bare heels.
I hope it's all that I'd found. This may be my last time around. I tried so long but it's always gone wrong. 'Cause I don't know the words to your song.
She's a rose where roses never grow. Behind the swinging doors she pours the wine that flows. She keeps on pretending that she's having fun. But it's a blue, blue rose that grows beneath the neon sun.
Sometimes it seems like we're just. Going nowhere. Sometimes it feels like you don't care. I threw up my hands and say. It's just too hard and then. .