You are the haberdasher
You make friends with the shadows on your wall
Searching for ghosts of the past
And something that might last
I am sorry for who you are
All those choices that you made
That horrible braid of twisted dreams
And silent fantasy
I’m sorry that you cry at night
I wish that I could make it right
I’m sorry that you’ll never be
Every thing you mean to me
Cast your charm on me
Tell me all your fears
I just want to let go
Slip so far below
And drowned in everything I know
Lie to me
Lie, lie haberdasher
Scream, scream to your gods who don’t care
Lie to me
Lie, lie haberdasher
Scream, scream to your gods who don’t care
Because I, oh I
Am still, oh I am still fighting for the words to say
I love him
I love him
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