I'll meet you on the other side. In the apple of my eye. Let us paint a scenery. In a color we can see. . Switch the news off, go to sleep. Fight the tears and misery.
As I was searching for some cookies in an empty jar. I realized some days are made to press restart. I wasn't listening you stopped asking. We watched our beauty fade away.
We all have our secrets. They're better left unsaid. We all have our issues. That we want to forget. I was getting kicks. . Out of my box of tricks. I was playing with her mind.