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His angel eyes turned to ice his heart to rust Its funny that this is a face I used to trust Not to long ago I saw tomorrow in his eyes I guess I just woke up and realized That fairy tales will never come true And trying is all we can ever do I’ll try to move on from such pain Every rainbow needs its rain When will this monster fade from my dreams He attacks me there the most it seems I’m weak when I reveal what I want someday The things I secretly wish and secretly pray Those are how you break someone’s being To attack what their heart is feeling I guess its my fault cause I fell again I thought I learned love will always end From the one that escaped my clinging hands Sometimes I think that he’ll always understand I wonder if I call him, if he’ll answer his phone Would he answer in that loving tone? Could he show me love and bring me to his bed? That he’s always kept me alive in his head? No I can’t do that because it would be wrong I’m a fighter so I’ll just stay strong I just pray that there are no more sleepless nights I just long for a time with no hopeless fights Because the words that he speaks linger in my heart Like roaring waves ripping a ship apart It used to be good with our promises and plans Two lovers with their feet buried in the sand I want to go back there to the place where we were just in love The times where I felt like he was an angel from above The times were easy with him happy by my side Now a war is raging deep in my heart that’s hard to hide I’ll try for now to give this destined love a chance I’ll see if we will run though life or just dance If for once you will walk in my beaten up shoes Maybe he’ll learn then that its me he might lose I’ll give it all that I have left and pray it’ll do Because somehow I still believe that our love is true If I fight till I bleed, cry my heart out Maybe I learn what love is about That tears, blood, and sacrifice Are what makes love so right So in a month come ask how I am and if he’s here Whether it’s a rainy day or crystal clear. . . |