my lovely light hearted lively focus.
and i want to believe, you're still a part of me
but you tore right through me,
you see right through me
and i see the world in a different light
it was just the wrong time. wrong place, i'm mine.
my own sense, of wrong and right.
time flies a one way flight.
the pages you spoiled, with my bitter wet heat,
that ran a red ravine down my glowing hot cheeks
told a story of unconditional love,
oh which little girls confess in their diaries
that they themselves have been dreaming of.
superman, he can fly away.
but i'm no hero, not for her anyway.
i thought i was, but she would have stayed.
i trust in faith, and fate, and what my heart has to say.
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