Sunday morning wake up in a mess room
Comb, papers, all stuff are spreading on the floor
You will find her foods in the corner,
You will find her clothes in her bed,
And you will find her favorite dress next to her,
But baby, trust me, she has beautiful-pure heart
I heard once, she told me to give up
But then I smiled, saying "honey, you are loved"
She looked at me with the tears running down her face
Mascara ruins and her lips are pale
She thought "This's gonna be forever"
Where forever will never be last
Everyone knows she's a lovely girl
Smile too often, laughing too hard, but when the night comes
You'll see her crying and crawling, begging for one love she never get
You'll always remember this girl, sitting in the center of the room
Feeling lonely when the room is crowded
You might find out that this is not her mistake,
This is just the way that's been designed
Yea, she's living like psychotic angel
One Friday night, you will come to save her
Screaming her name from downstairs really loud
You'll light candles, love shaped
She'll come and see you with her face blushing
You'll hug her and feel her heartbeats coming so fast
You'll make her happy, happier than you've ever known
Just a day before you go and left her hanging over your shadow
The world is winding down, the stars are burning out
She lays down with her eyes wide opened
She taught love was gonna save her
But nothing's ever gonna save her
Nothing's ever gonna save her
Someday she'd wake up from this nightmare
She'll burn the pages, open with the new one
She'll be having that red lips classic thing you'd like
She'll whisper your name, and sounded like an angel
She'll blow away your mind with every word she'll say
She'll be like a queen, sparkling like a star
She'll wake up and realize that she is loved
Even though she lives in a dark-old-fairytale..
(farrah's copyright)
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