The Beautiful Mistake

Oceans crash the sands. Another time. Take a backwards glance But where must we, where must we stand? The stavesail meant to last. But were we here? Were we here? My life is not my own. It was bought for me. Oceans crash the sands. Another time. Take

I looked into the eyes, of a broken heart. Pride that's made of stone! Why am I destroyed by love, what made yourself so cold? Is it the darkness which covers yourself black? This is the girl I know who stabbed me in the back. Facing you, your words