Toy Matinee Things She Said
Grey is not the color I expected On someone who is often touched by grace The eyes that hold the promise of perfection Will find the flaw that no one can erase And though she hears the rumours of intention And many times I've failed to hide my stare She will not breach a hint of indecision She will not ever bend to show her care
Chorus: Things she said Every other daystore promise Things she said would leave me wanting Run to her then run from other Things she said Broke me down and left me shattered Hard as diamonds... It does not matter Won't remember the things she said
Today I saw her face in all the papers A smile to empty out a lion's cage But notes that might remind her what that smile was for Are scribbled on a long-forgotten page
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The choice she never made The face she never saved The words she would not say The lives she threw away And the things she said
So grey is not the color I expected On one who is so often touched by grace But always she's the spectre of uncertainty I first endure, then pity, then embrace
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