Even the prettiest of people have the ugliest of moments Spent on the stairs alone Bury me in the deepest lake and strap cinder to my feet I'll overturn the tides as you just bury me So once I sink low enough All fibres start to part Let your false words retract themselves And the canvas fix the art Hold your breath for steady aim To use me as a barricade Courtier the child's games Eyes are glazed and filled with shame I think that I moved on too soon Just left here with my thoughts gripped on losing you Dying here with open palms Final thoughts dead in her arms I think that I moved on too soon Cover up and help me quit The bruise that doesn't show Scratched beneath the surface So much you made a home This bruise won't show Caught in a steady aim To use me like a barricade Shoot I think that I moved on too soon Just left here with my thoughts Warning shots on you Dying here with open palm's Final thoughts dead in her arms I think that I moved on too soon On too soon