Lyrics
So glad you called, I have a secret
Keep yourself far away from me
And, after all, it doesn’t really matter
I try so hard to control what you see
I’m sorry, I over thought about you
I’m sorry, that you had to see
The leaves will fall, and all the hidden ugliness will rear its ugly head
And all, the dead beauty, will be there
Lying in front of me trying to remind me of…
So here I am, standing here naked
I try to run, when you call my name (you say)
Hold on my hand, we’ll endure inner torture
Your beauty’s gone but it’s not out of reach
And we all, strive on memories
Then you fall, to pick up my leaves
The leaves will fall, and all the hidden ugliness will rear its ugly head
And all, the dead beauty, will be there
Lying in front of me, trying to remind me of…
What I once was…today
And I hope…it stays the same
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