The radio plays a love song. And every word seems to speak the truth. I'm trying not to feel the pain. Pretendin' i'm not listenin'. . I know I should keep busy.
Open my eyes, welcome the day. Oh, what a night, hungover again. My body still flows, yet I was on fire. I think I made a date but will I keep it. . No, I bet I don't 'cause it goes on and on and on.
you're looking away from me. won't turn your face to me. stuck in a space. it's totally silent. . people are staring. wanna get out of here. and go somewhere.
I'll be the late night lady you won't recognise. I'm a chameleon I'm always in disguise. I'd read your future but it's written in the past. Take a good look might be your last.
Use me take me home and use me. Press your hands in to my body. You'll be my sorrow. We both know it shows. Push me. Make me feel I'm weightless. Running.
I will not become hostile to the world that we live in. i will not be done till. yet here i am for the killing. and the sacrifice. is on my hands. . Turn your back on love.
You may point with the crooked cane. You conspire on my broken brain. And playwright fate will have his way. . We're all actors in this play. We're all passengers on his train.