red paint drops
I've never had a man run after me before.
Not unless it was too late and my heart was so battered and bruised i couldnt have loved him agian if i tried or hoped as hard as my will allowed.
It's as if the minute a man has felt he himself has been the sould reason for the hurt rolling down my cheeks in little drops of pain, he turns the other direction.
I have been hurt many times before and he doesnt want to be time 10,234.
so, go
give me time, turn away, whatever you must do, i will be fine. i ahve a foundation of a thoysand arms holding my chin up, and my spirit light...you, and no man will change that.
If i said i would keep my window open until sunrise for you would you come? or would fear hold you in you home, awake and in thought?
of course you wouldnt come.
i'd be waiting by an open window, full moon bathing in light....but you would never come, for fear cannot set us free only capture our life within it's hands and leave us waiting....always waiting....
Not unless it was too late and my heart was so battered and bruised i couldnt have loved him agian if i tried or hoped as hard as my will allowed.
It's as if the minute a man has felt he himself has been the sould reason for the hurt rolling down my cheeks in little drops of pain, he turns the other direction.
I have been hurt many times before and he doesnt want to be time 10,234.
so, go
give me time, turn away, whatever you must do, i will be fine. i ahve a foundation of a thoysand arms holding my chin up, and my spirit light...you, and no man will change that.
If i said i would keep my window open until sunrise for you would you come? or would fear hold you in you home, awake and in thought?
of course you wouldnt come.
i'd be waiting by an open window, full moon bathing in light....but you would never come, for fear cannot set us free only capture our life within it's hands and leave us waiting....always waiting....