I wish you took back what you said...it's in my head...it's all over town in the papers to be, red...is you favorite color...and choice of flower...and the scent hangs heavy of a girl that lost her power...over me...you lost it all...
Your beauty is just skin deep...not where it counts.
Go on and pour a glass but i will not drink one ounce...of your pain...you brought it all...theres no excuses and no one to take the fall