Tell me it will all be okay
Tell me you will make it better
You’ll make it work, somehow
Any storm, we can weather
Say it again
How pretty you think I am
And how much you love me
Make me believe it’s not a sham
I know they’re jut beautiful lies
But I want to believe them you see
Your love and your lies
They’ll be the death of me
~Chrystal
Written on
January 3, 2006