Mar 09, 2006 12:23
he's a pretty little girl,
he's my father.
one way or another he'll get hurt.
and talking him down is like making it rain
and oh i'm dry
when all i've got is hurt or hurtful
i don't feel like sharing
it doesn't mean that i don't care
you never run away
oh i can run away,
i run away real good.
maybe i should have when i had the strength