The morning comes. The night leaves the sky, taking the stars, out of my life, the stars that were your eyes, the stars, i gazed at, siku after day.
And now, if there's anyway, to take the storm away, the night, won't seem so bleak, anymore.
This time last month, I was fine, loving you, wanting you, seeing you, and If loves a word, that doesn't come easy, to you, dont bother me, stay out of my life, you're just a scar, wewe don't go away, easily.
And If If was my world, all these scars, would go away with night,be carried away with the stars, in all theyre might, but, i have to concede, my scars,...