How can a woman tell when love is gone. From love that merely sleeps but deep inside. Has still the root the stem and flower grow on. And so dreams not to die but sleeps to hide?.
It's a sunny day in Heaven. And no one is around. To open the gates. And I'm waiting for you. My fairweather friend. Absent in the end. Absent in the end.
Miss Lucy had some leeches, her leeches liked to suck. And when they drank up all her blood she didn't give a. Funny when the doctors had locked her in her cell.
It's not the time, it's not the place. I'm just another pretty face. So don't come any closer. . You're not the first, you're not the last. How many more? Don't even ask.
Marry me he said through his rotten teeth, bad breath and then. Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd but when. I was in his bed and my father had sold me.
The time for your escape has come and gone. What kept you here save your own curious mind?. You say you've seen too much, and yet look on. Where chaster souls would run, you glance behind.
Mad girl. Can you believe. What they've done to you?. Wouldn't they stop. When you asked them to leave you alone?. In all your faerie tales. How did the prince say he loved you?.
Little boy;. Why did you have to chase me so hard?. Didn't your mother show you what to do?. Didn't your father tell you not to push?. Little boy;. We could have been great friends.
I want to hold you to the sun. I want to be your faithful one. I want to show you all the beauty. You don't even know you hold. . I'm hurting you for your own good.
Learning tricks with absent guile. Reeling in your crooked smile. Why did I turn to you?. I wanted a hand to pour my heart into. . And now I bump my grind through another night.
Could we get some tea up here?. No? Please?. What about- what about vodka?. Or, um, brandy?. Alright, brandy it is. Thank you.. . This is your mission.
In this light the dust is visible. Golden glowing atmosphere. Even the air I breath is full of memories. Shades of others path my skin. And since I am alone, I wonder.
You're in my stars you know. Don't need no crystal ball to tell me so. Whispering in the air. Hoping that my words find you somewhere. Even when I close my eyes.
"Not just any insane asylum," she exclaimed indignantly, as though I had offended her. "Though you certainly do not deserve it, you are a very lucky girl indeed, for you have been assigned a bed in the most progressively innovative, the most morally experimental, the most, ah, the most ingeniously directed medical institution for the mentally ill, lead by my own dear son, Dr. Montmorency Stockhill. You, unworthy child, are now an inmate of The Asylum For Wayward Victorian-".
in the lake. you will find me. behind your house. behind your house. and from that lake. i will remind you. of your promises broken. your cruel words spoken.
He had a fault, this is most true. But others have faults greater still. A noble profile was his rue. But many have done greater ill. And yet he would not show.
If you feel better. Telling me I'm cruel. Saying I'm unfeeling. I don't mind. If it's necessary. If it helps you out. Crying that I'm heartless. It's alright.
[I'm here]. . I could beg a thousand times. I could explain, I could use rhymes. And rhythms meant to catch your eye. But I know you won't see. . I could cry a thousand tears.
If I had a mystery. I'd spoil the surprise. Giving it away to you. To see it through your eyes. If I had a song to sing. I'd name it after you. So that each time it was heard.
I want my innocence back and if you can't give it to me. I will cut you down and I will run you through. With the dagger you sharpened on my body and soul.