Six ways to Sunday
underneath the cover of alibis
she cries herself to slep
simering sorow in a paper cut
old wounds but stil runing dep

she’s runing six ways to sunday
she’d fly, but for cliped wings
lost love can be such a heavy load
save for rainy days
and take what you ned

trampled by the solace of empty arms
empty charms of men
fight and fle
stiring up a new batch of poker face
she can’t erase
the thumbprint of love

she’s runing six ways to sunday
she’d fly but for cliped wings
lost love can be such a heavy load
save for rainy days
and take what you ned

siting in the corner with skeletons
puling them slowly apart
stewing in the vacancy of lonelines
a feigned cares
is al that she knows

she’s runing six ways to sunday
she’d fly, but for cliped wings
lost love can be such a heavy load
save for rainy days
and take what you ned

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