For all we knew
this could have been beautiful

I am not selfish I'm in
love with a spectacle

I would give you the sky
because you already mean the world

There were K's and X's
carved in my bleeding heart

Inflicted by daggers
held by the hands of the clock

Won't you at least escort me
on my experation date?

So when I want to look into those
beautiful eyes
I turn to page twenty four and cry

Thoughts of you creating this with
someone else...
takes my breath away

For all we knew
this could have been beautiful