Truth Shrouded in Mist

Sweet talk, no one listens
By the way that you hissed
Pretty girl, abbreviation
Pretty eyes, in the mist
Pretty lover, miscalculation
Pretty eyes, in the mist

No one seems to know you’re wanderin’
I tried to hold you one more time
You’d say I hate you, but no it’s not like that
It’s you and me; that’s never ever gonna last

Well I tried to say, that nothing stays
and everything is bound to fade away
N’ I tried to state, nothing remains
but till the hells come crashing won’t you tell me your name?

And I tried to hold on but the feeling was gone
And I should have gone praying but I was just moving on
Well it’s only to me that you’re some mystery
Till the sun goes down; until then I’m free
And it’s over, pretty lass, by the way…

©DirtyMosquito – 2010

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