Sugar, spice, and everything nice
I thought the same, till she was cold as ice..
Leaving that burning whiskey taste in my throat when she makes me swallow my pride, but stay choking on the ecstasy
My hand are tied
One of a kind smile, I contemplate. Smooth to the touch, can't concentrate!
Yelling at me when she know she's in the wrong, blocking it out in my head playing our favorite song.
She throws things across the room as her soul drips on the ground.
Hiding mine, I watch with the tears of a clown.
Kids, it's a dream to hold on to, but.. Is it truely a hold I want to come home to?
