"There's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold, and
she's buying a stairway to heaven."
And I wake up alone.
It's not the first time my mornings are empty, but seems
like i forgot what it feels like.
As I look at my self in the miror, flashes of last night
come to me. She came here, now I remember...
"When she gets there she knows, if the stors are all
closed, with a word she can get what she came here for."
Yes we had a fight, but I never stopped loving her...
"Theres a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure."
and it doesnt matter how much I told her that, she never
understood me...
"Cuz you know sometimes words have two meanings."
The argument got a little hot but i never wanted to hurt
her.
It's too late now.
She hurt me alot. Now she doesnt hurt anymore.
"And she's buying a stairway to heaven..."