I will write you out of my stupid head
On black paper that I have slightly colored
By my bitter-sweet tears that poored on it
My make up's washed away and beauty's dead
My trembling fingers grab a pen I borrowed
From you when you had no need of it
For many months all my daydreams were lead
By your shadow they have obeyed and followed
They're dead now, I have no need of it
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
I will write you out of my stupid head
On black paper that I have slightly colored
By my bitter-sweet tears that poored on it
My make up's washed away and beauty's dead
My trembling fingers grab a pen I borrowed
From you when you had no need of it
For many months all my daydreams were lead
By your shadow they have obeyed and followed
They're dead now, I have no need of it
