Bathroom mirror laughs so hard
Scribbled lipstick shouting truth
Years of whatever, decaying youth
And I`m sorry but I think
I cannot love you
At least not tonight
No I think I cannot love you
I think I`d rather fight
Rusty eyes and sleepy heart
What comes together comes apart
But all she ever stole
The myth of love to make her whole
Grasping for air in
a room full of cyanide
It`s only a matter of time
Before it all comes
Crashing down
Hoping for, for a miracle
And I waited here to watch you
Watch you brace yourself
For when it all comes crashing
Another story
You could have been a heroine
It could have been a fairytale
You could have
flaunted rosy cheeks
Instead of fading into pale
And you think that
they might cry
But you, you will be careless
You`ll be an angel
Busy learning how to fly
Never sleep and never rest
Not with those
cramps inside your chest
Never without nightly sin
Atropine, your heroine