Susan

No more the flute-sound air speaks love songs, No more alone and in my head. No more your child's sweet voice speaks softly, Softly, softly, in my ear. Nothing's true, it doesn't matter, The love you see not yours to judge. Too late now, your fears s

She pulled her skirt back down after he was done she took a look at him she wanted to run put a mark on her past chalk one up for brad he gave a kiss goodbye she wanted him to die look in her eyes you can find her look in her eyes you can find her so