Mixed Up

Mixed Up (1st April 2008, 4.36pm)

Upon a time once lost inside
I foolishly caught a glimpse of my pride
My scissors are running away
Hands are on my blood
I lose track of made promises
I unturn all these stones
In case I find a just guide
Baby, I’m cold, have I been outside?

Ever after, I missed happily
Up and away he used me
When time was off side
The red card was showing
And the beat was slowing my heart down
It was around way other the
Mixed up front was backwards
And once all for us was all for one
Half two. The time was.