Lyndsay Diaries The Magic In The Number Nineteen
She said, It looks as if you have lost your best friend.
I tell her that I have definitely lost something.
I can taste the failure on my lips.
You know I would love to just go back.
'Cause I can feel the world biting at my heels.
She is selling herself short and this costs all she has.
Paying for all the smiles and forcing back the tears at the questions asked.
There are just too many romances that expireat the stroke of midnight.
Stare straight at the wall until the tears come.
There is just something about the night. It gets me everytime.
Is it already to late to dream? They move on. I stand still.
There is something about the night. That gets me everytime.
To highlight your dreams is to give in to a false reality.
I gave up, I gave in. The joke is always on me.
Love gone bad with age...
These are the signs of the times.
Stare straight at the wall until the tears come.
There is just something about the night. It gets me everytime.
Is it already to late to dream? They move on. I stand still.
There is something about the night. That gets me everytime.
I know you would give everything if you could.
But sometimes it is just not enough to be told the words,
Everything will be okay.
Can I just break down and fall into your arms?
