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| Lullaby lyrics
It's the way that you blush when you're nervous.
It's your ability to make me earn this.
I know that you're tired, just let me sing you to sleep.
It's about how you laugh out of pity,
'Cause lets be honest I'm not really that funny.
I know that you're shot, just let me sing you to sleep.
If you need anything, just the say the word.
I mean anything.
Rest assured, if you start to doze, then I'll tuck you in,
and plant my lips where your necklaces close.
It's those pills that you don't need to take,
medicating perfection, now that's a mistake.
I know that you're spent, just let me sing you to sleep.
It's your finger and how I'm wrapped around it.
It's your grace and it keeps me grounded.
I know that you're weak, just let me sing you to sleep.
If you need anything, just the say the word.
I mean anything.
Rest assured, if you start to doze, then I'll tuck you in,
and plant my lips where your necklaces close.
While you were sleeping I figured out everything,
I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me.
Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins.
You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame.
(Oh)
If you need anything, just the say the word.
I mean anything. (I really do)
Rest assured, if you start to doze, then I'll tuck you in,
and plant my lips where your necklaces close.
If you need anything, just the say the word.
I mean anything.
Rest assured, if you start to doze, then I'll tuck you in,
and plant my lips where your necklaces close.
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| I'm tired of crying.
Nobody reads xanga, so it's safe to put my mind on here.
I'm hurting... a lot. I've never cried more in my entire life... I just watch a movie about love or any sentiment, and I just break down. I feel as if there's nothing to live for... no goals, no dreams, no happiness... It's like I've been ripped from everything I wanted....
I am hurt...
I can't be with the one I love, out of my own choice.
And the one I'm supposed to be with, is a half a continent away.
So I turn to friends....
Friend, such a strong and transparent word...
I know me feeling helpless is a direct effect of me being sick, overwhelmed, and alone...
But, I have all the right in the world to complain... I just ... I don't usually cry. | | |
| LoreeWillBeInBransonForTheNextWeek.LoveYahHaveAGoodBreakBye.
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