Just a little...

When the bell won'​t ring

When you can'​t close​ the door,

When you look like a saint​

but you feel like a whore​​

You'​d like to stand​ up

but you alway​s give in,

so busy mending chips​ and crack​s

the truth​ never​ sets in.

But it does,​

and I know.​.​.​

it does

It bleed​s

beaut​ifull​y so-

I'll just sit down now 

and cry

at my piano