A farewell kiss as bright as day
Fades to black, so far away.
That last touch, parting words
Flew down south, with the birds.
The smallest things bring memories,
He stole her heart and lost the keys.
Now the bullets pierce her skin,
Forgotten for a while in a glass of gin.
Each foostep is a chance to fall,
Each teardrop leaves her feeling small,
Don't look back, be led astray.
It's too late to try and stay.
The past will taunt her, bittersweet.
She's given up, admits defeat.
She can't hide it anymore,
Her mind is foggy, heart at war.
The smallest moments begin to surface
Moments without a real purpose
But to her they're golden treasures
To keep them she'll go to any measures
She's holding on to the past
Dying quick, fading fast
And she'd give anything to just go back
To when her life was still on track
