I have a fractured wing,
And a bottle full of memories
I try to smile so I can hide,
All the things I really feel
But you see right through me
I’m trying to be,
Your hot lady in red,
But the colour turns black when I wear it.
And the roses die, when I try to catch their scent
Will you pick me up from rock bottom?
And place me back on solid grounds?
I don’t want to make you suffer,
For the mess he created,
But I have cleaning up to do.
So I just want to ask you,
Please do hold my hand, and catch my late tears.
Play the music that we love to hear,
Let’s drink wine, and sing sappy love songs
I know we’ll make it trough