The Aftermath
hurt me more
let the stitches of my heart
open loose and my blood spill
all over you
the stain left behind will
explain how insane your love was
then apologies you will seek as
your mind will decay in the
thought of finding some magic to
turn it all good again
back in the chorus
life will sing sorrows and you will
no longer enjoy the beautiful sunsets
rather you'll be afraid of the night
because you'll know there is no one
waiting for you
except the lonely darkness
|