Grandma used to tell me stories about men like you in the early 60's but I was born an old soul and I thought I was invincible to this world until you came pretending you could feel my own feelings
A friend told me that I shouldn't show off my happiness like a pair of new earrings I told her I wasn't afraid he was never going to run away and there we were, fixing the holes in the ceiling
The sun was brighter and the moon was darker the future used to caress my red hair do I know this is only an affair? Maybe I should save him maybe it'll be fair
In a cold night of march I swear I could see his eyes reading what I was thinking when he said he had to go away I knew he had to find a new prey bacause my heart was already too damaged to be deceived
If I'm not enough for his adventurous life there is a reality which I can't fight Though you are my missing piece It's better to live with half of me