Ballad-esque...faster paced. Acoustic.
Copyright 2006 Left Hand Daisy
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fiogf49gjkf0d Say hello to a girl. Not the kind to accept defeat. Moving straight along the path assured that he and she would meet. The simple hope driven by the faces littered on the street. walking side by side and hand in hand. She weeps. She used to dream. Childishly. Of a future that was waiting patiently. She believed in a world where fate was written on the stars. Wringing hands and paleing lips. Under all the scars hides a girl. Not as selfish as she used to be. Her flaws a subtle few. While inside the passion overwhelms the news of the used. All reaction leaves and open chair as she counts upon her hand all the faces that she thought would be her man. She used to dream. Childishly. Of a future that was waiting patiently. She believed in a world where fate was written on the stars. Wringing hands and paleing lips. Under all the scars simple hopes. Looking back. Understanding. She has been the one. Sacrificing nothing in her turn. She reaks of self defeat. Wears her down in the peace that she would otherwise enjoy with the one beside her she could call her boy. She used to dream. Childishly. Of a future that was waiting patiently. She believed in a world where fate was written on the stars. Wringing hands and paleing lips. Under all the scars hides a girl.
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