Any other pales,
she was the best type of jail.
The rarest gem to find,
yet she was the worst of her kind.
It's a shame that I'm alive,
then she could love me the most,
unless of course I should die young
then surely I'd haunt her as a ghost.
There's nowhere to hide,
memories are there until you die.
A clothed youthful dream,
undressed by fragile broken seams
A farce on parade, with the look of a liar,
it's a powerful thing that she preached.
A promise not made, with feet to the fire,
it's a thing that she held out of reach.
I'm caught up in her mane.
To quit or carry on is the same.
A wish like a scar remains.
Any other pales, she was the best type of jail. The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind.
It's a shame that I'm alive, then she could love me the most, unless of course I should die young then surely I'd haunt her as a ghost.
There's nowhere to hide, memories are there until you die. A clothed youthful dream, undressed by fragile broken seams
A farce on parade, with the look of a liar, it's a powerful thing that she preached. A promise not made, with feet to the fire, it's a thing that she held out of reach.
I'm caught up in her mane. To quit or carry on is the same. A wish like a scar remains.