Tina Dico Follow

Black, screen, cold, clean
Dry taste in your mouth
Scene by scene
Sit back and watch your term run out

Why don't you come?
Unsensed, quick
Cut deep as you can, simple plot
It isn't hard to understand

You're just a story, too late to be sorry
Too late to untell what you're wishing you could change
I know you're haunted by all that you wanted
By all that you didn't recognize, when it was yours

Stone face, heart race
Nailed to the seat, page by page
Blood driven tale for you to read
Why don't you stay?

Eyes, time, lines
Words lost in the most silent rhymes
Spun by a man that lost his voice

You're just a story, too late to be sorry
Too late to untell what you're wishing you could change
I know you're haunted by all that you wanted
By all that you didn't recognize, when it was yours

It's all that you've got
Now it's all that you're not now

You're a different story, too good to be sorry
Too good to untell what you're wishing you could change
I know you're haunted by all that you wanted
By all that you didn't ever recognize

I know you're haunted by all that you wanted
All that you didn't recognize, when it was yours