Good Morning Reality
Poignant
I'm taking all the things reminding me
of last week and I'm packing them away
Still rehearsing the whole truth about exhibit A
No one wants this story
The silver cord must be soaked in lavender
The twinkle in your eye flutters by
on the way back down to an empty house
Where a candle burns... on and on
Disinhibition in closed circuitry
Send in the clowns
Cover up tonight it's cold
From Letras Mania