Last straw fell silently... in steel needles and empty dreams never was her mountain, so she's headed down it and picking up speed. and it's beautiful
"they only ask when I don't know.
As if he'd tell me where he goes."
"Lover could you tide me over, have I told you what you mean to me? You're beautiful."
"Should you come down again, I hope that you remember me that way. this story's reached it's end, and now I'll walk away. to start over somewhere else, where no one knows my name."
Sweethearts break, and sweet spots bleed, and love gives way to loyalty... but nothing's free or guaranteed... and sometimes love escapes such misery.
And it's beautiful.
Moonlight through broken clouds , wide country all around. with every mile she's farther from a lifetime, with each mile she forgets more...
And it's beautiful.
"don't look for me again. I will not be coming back this way."
"the story's reached it's end and I have walked away.
Start over somewhere else, where no one knows my name.
No one knows the words I've spoken, the paths I've chosen
The promises that have been broken
Where no one knows the words I've spoken, the paths I've chosen where everyone that I know know's - him - where no one knows the words we've spoken the path's we've chosen the promises that we have broken where no on knows
The words we've spoken
The path's we've chosen
Where everyone that I know knows him
Where no one knows... no one knows my name..."
Reconstruct, reconstruct through
Self destruction.
