and a gentle tremor on your lips tonight.
Your beating heart is black and blue
and there's rose gold in the vanilla skies.
Another lover lost in the night,
another affair of love vs. lust.
Tears sinking in cold cherry brandy wine,
this jaded soul keeps crossing the line.
Living the promiscuous life, it feels so good,
but in this world you're just branded - misunderstood.
She doesn't know how to love, to bare her soul to someone
when everyone always leaves while she falls apart..undone.
Maybe one day, she will love again,
but until then she'll be a little bit romantically insane.
it will break under pressure, under stars,
and it will cut us both, but not in the same way,
it will make us bleed, turn a predator into a prey.
And the other was around,
I was a chained soul, now you released a hellhound.
If this what we have is decorated fragile mess
then this whole scene is a losing game of chess.
Barely speaking, sometimes moving,
never giving and always faking.
If all that we have are two hearts in a castle high,
surrounded by doubt and an endless war cry,
why do we still fight the same old battles..why?
I would rather rule all on my own,
love myself and life on this one-person throne
then lose it all again and again and again
on a man who would do nothing while I live in pain,
who would chain me to his side and push me down,
who would dress me up in gowns and take my crown.
No. Not today, not ever. Not even then.
I bow to no one, definitely not to misogynistic, sexist men.
It was innocent at first, what we had seemed real,
in the leaves of gentle burgundy and wild, bloody tears.
Getting lost in the walls around their hearts,
in every corner of that maze you can see withering parts
made into abstract and majestic black and white arts.
Spin a lie on your tongue and support it with your deceiving caress,
let it sink deep down and turn a revolution into a dull process.
What once was a silent melody now is a scream of doubt,
you're overwhelmed with that reality now that his secret is out.
Take a deep breath and pick yourself back up with your head held high,
grab a halo and your smokey wings, jump from the edge and fly.
What once was broken is standing strong right now,
from betrayal and heartbreak you made a self-loving vow.
She traded burgundy lovers and ocean filled lies
for vibrant confidence and wild, midnight skies.