High heels Big skirts Red lips
How much of this is realy you
how much more do you need to change for you to see you left yourself behind
When your Sat at the back of the bus with head phones in blasting sad song of your past
you dont need to be here you left of your own accord
With those bags under your eyes and Scars on your thighs who do you think your fooling with your tight trousers that are tiying to the past your running from
how much longer can you last
there's people Id like to meet
people who don't choose to smile
who's time ticks fast
and life is sweet
how can I meet these people when im walking on glass
how much more do you need to change for you to see you left yourself behind
When your Sat at the back of the bus with head phones in blasting sad song of your past
you dont need to be here you left of your own accord
I grasped your shirt as I took my final steps I fell
but you had my hand along the way only you were there I was so blind I didn't see you
but you still whispered your famous words ones I long to hear once more
darling you'll be okay
Smile for the day that we will have
And ill never leave
