• you used to hold my hand and tell me sad storys
    and I'd cry because i could see the same storys
    unfolding in your eyes
    and I'd stand in the rain and wait for you
    just to realize you were covering me with your umbrella
    it was the tears that were soaking through my skin
    pooring out your sweet lullabies
    and you'd make me feel alive
    I was alive in your eyes
    and I'm another peice of jewelery for you
    but I don't mind because you wear me like your favorite
    and if it is that gold ring on your middle finger
    I'm surrounding your dirty signs
    pooring out your sweet lullabies
    and you make me feel alive
    I'm alive in your eyes
    and your another scar for me to bear
    but I'll let it run deep
    so it will never leave and you'll be here to stay
    but you need to tell me that's ok
    and you will make me feel alive
    I'll be alive in your eyes
    and I'm a picture on a burnt canvas
    but you can see the detail edged in my skin
    and I'm just a picture to fill your empty wooden frame
    and if i couldn't fill it well you wouldn't take the blame
    but I'd still be alive
    listening to your sweet lullabies