Did you ever think that you’d be forgiven?
How you gonna sleep through the nights?
For all and everything that’s done and what
has been given.
I don’t want to cry, I want some light/time!
For my makeup, red lips, high heels
That weren’t broken.
Unlike my heart, my soul is dying from my scars,
I know that many words were left unspoken,
And maybe there is some time for both of us.
For you to tell me something about real feelings,
For me to stop to show myself as a real bitch,
While the elevator takes us to beginning,
Let’s startup our love, give me a pitch.