finally the hills are without eyes
tired of painting a pretty postive picture
with my sadness and lonliness are colors
the myth of true happiness in the arms of a man
he loves having too much to lose
blink your eyes just once!
i'm gone !!
how blind can i be? don't i see?
i chose to hit the high road
bye bye beautiful
it's not the tree that forsakes the flower
but it's the flower that forsakes the tree
someday i'll learn to love these scars
still fresh from that red-hot blade of yours
how blind can i be? don't i see?
how blind can i be? don't i see?
how blind can i be? don't i see?
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