If it's me that's driving you to this madness. Then there's one thing that I'd like to say. Would you take a look at your life and your lovers. Nothing ever changes.
I was just that old. That August dark, dark day. Swear that you never saw her face. Swear that you never heard her say. . No spoken word. No small command.
And the summer became the fall. I was not ready for the winter. It makes no difference at all. 'Cause I wear boots all summer long. . My eye make up is dark and it's careless.