Feathers of Your Arrow
Red handed you paint a picture,
sad lonely girl,
lost and grief stricken,
And you say I'm playing victim.
I stood from several points of view
but the result is the same;
All I said seems so pointless now
All we ever went through seems like a waste of time.
But I'm just not your type...
Your words cut so deep it should be a crime.
sad lonely girl,
lost and grief stricken,
And you say I'm playing victim.
I stood from several points of view
but the result is the same;
All I said seems so pointless now
All we ever went through seems like a waste of time.
But I'm just not your type...
Your words cut so deep it should be a crime.