Felt too much, did she feel a thing?. Long, dark hair, never saw her cry. In two halves I was torn. My maybe love who wouldn't even try. . She loves me, she loves me not.
Sick of trying to find a way inside. Sick and tired of all the after. Sick of trying to find a way to slide. Even though it always ends in laughter. .
The holidays come, you find yourself alone again. It's such a striking reminder. And Valentine's come with no return address. You can't find her. . It seems like April Fool's.
Pay attention my love 'cause it's over. At the tip of my tongue is the price you weren't willing to pay. Still this is something akin to a breakdown. And your impression of a woman supposed to be easy to see.
I have this smile to hide me. And I have this cross to bear. I have your picture that still haunts me like your memory. These things I have I. I have these words to lie to me.