Purple feathers fall from the core of a handmade boa
That dries her tears
Precious stones in a box
rediate the sky reflecting her fear
you want something real
you don't know when you got it
Emotionally fierce you want love
but you fight it till the bitter end
wading in a river
fishing out pieces of his heart she shatterd
falling from a blue crest
realizings too late this place is shallow
Past around the cast high cared for then denied
our two different people
The music box she carries the camaflage he wears
is soon to be burried
you want something real
you don't know when you got it
all grory no feel you want love but you fight it
till the bitter end till the bitter end
