Let’s see the mess of me
She’s probably left a few or two standing by
By far I cannot cry
About delays
These lies we waste
My script awaits to be called in the morning
I recalled, all the faces were gone
Her pretty face, the griefs come by and by
Oh no, the stories never die
My script awaits to be called in the morning
I recalled, all the faces were gone
My life in place, is a mate, walking distance from a gaze
With a princess in charge