She used to cry just a little each day. She used to feel so alone and betrayed. And she won't feel sorry for the rest of her life. This just might be the day, this just might be the day.
Anxious eyes wait by the window. She waits, she hears the wind blow. Taking all she has and she knows. It's a cold summer wind. . No, it's not the first time.
The pages of life have never been turned. Till troubles and trials a lesson to learn. Another receiver, a push and a shove. Another believer in the story of love.
If you want some good advice, don't let her go. She's the one who stood by you. What is this thing you both have become. That leaves love undecided. .
It would take another life. To see what I have done. Have I lived through the best times?. Have I hurt anyone?. . Just to do it all over. Make it all rhyme.
Beautiful lier, heartless survivor. Where are you taking me now?. Smooth operator, do it all later. When will you ever come down?. . I still believe in you now somehow.