2 acessos
She turns her face to the wall
She sees hew sorrow there
Puts out her hand to touch it
Again & again
Fingernail marks in the morning
Wallpaper silhouettes
Signs of her yesterdays
Can't ever be wiped away
She thought I would care
Thought that I'd be there
- Think again
Your face I've seen in visions
In silver rippling sky
No feelings/reactions
As I pass you by
Weeks compressed into minutes
This time is her time
Let me just once
Be crual without being kind