Thursday, July 24, 2014

Pretty Birds

Pretty birds and pretty little liars
Pretty words and pretty little fires
Still burning after all these years
Still churning after these tears
I’ve cried, don’t want to cry no more

Pretty clouds and pretty little rainbows
Pretty vows and pretty little echoes
Still turning in my mind
Still yearning after all this time
I’ve tried, don’t want to try no more

You took my love, you took my god, you took my freedom
You took my plans, with your my demands, now I don’t need them, no
You took my whole, you took my soul, took my believing
You took my sense, with your defense, now I’m left bleeding, you've flown, oh, away

No more pretty birds only pretty little liars
No more pretty words only pretty little fires
Still burning, still churning
No more pretty, pretty birds

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