| Her face expresses less, as I seek the rest of what's inside her head. That night I saw my life pinned down by mighty forces. I needed to run from the butterflies screaming. Your hand's on your throat from the fire you're breathing. You don't understand that you're bringing me down. Don't you know. It seems like everywhere I go I'm scared to take that risk. And she's prepared to give me the better showing of the cleaner side that she had. She once was bright. Please don't erase tomorrow. You need to regenerate everything that you had before. |