Sitting up on a pedestal, up high in the air
Running her fingers through her hair
It gets lonely up there sitting all alone
She would much rather have someone to hold
She needs to have I love you whispered in her ear
Arms put around her in a loving embrace
A night of passion, some leather some lace
The tears she cries are never seen
No one will ever know how bad its been
Afraid of love, she been hurt before
She pushes it away not wanting anymore
Sensing those feelings she freezes up
And turns to run, this time its too late
Love is grasping her, holding her by the hand
Will she be hurt again, will she ever understand
Feeling so good not wanting to break free
But afraid to hold on to eternity
She does what she can to tear it apart
Break up the feelings that can break her heart
Refusing to allow him to get to her
But craving for it longing for his world
He walks away
And she cries
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