She Was A Saint
Everything just comes and goes she said to me.; “I’m the best you’d ever have” but I’m simply not amused.; She sees herself in a wedding dress,; The only thing I see is a deathbed.; I’ll never feel like you.; She was a saint I could not find.; What should we do if were lonely inside?; She was a saint I could not find.; What should we do with our bind?; Is there anyone out there?; A bad addiction is a bad infliction.; I’ve bottled up a romance for a while.; It keeps changing like my moods.; Out of bounds where you’re safe and sound.; I should’ve let it rest a long time ago.; I’m just sick of being a tool.; How could she love if she can’t love herself?; In her eyes I’m always someone else.; Maybe I’m just too hard on myself.; 