You are a pretty one. Nice to romanticize, but you don't make yourself easy to like. You like to have your fun. You dance around the line of what is wrong and what is right.

'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings. I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring. And you will say you had the best of intentions.

Eforthlessness is a myth.

Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. Misery. Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep.

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind. People need a key to get to. The only one is mine.