Smiles are emitted, laughter is found.
Deep in your heart, love is a protruding sound.
Holding hands, your feet and toes tickling in the sand.
Making sure everything you say can be easy to understand.
Playing in the grass
tickling each other
and wishing the laughter brightens up the sky
and makes you feel as though you could fly.
What will the next day bring?
He said those words
that brought a tear to my eye.
"I'm in love with you."
I knew just then there would be a good bye.
He dried my tears
and kissed my eye.
That feeling made my hearts pain subside.
Each day goes by, lately he makes me cry.
He calls less and is absent when I need him.
Some days I walk to his house on a whim.
Then with our friends all around, he said that word.
Bye.
His hand reached inside my chest
and ripped out my heart.
That's when I felt he and I had fallen apart.
The butterflies died
and my heart shriveled inside.
That's when the hole he filled, emptied
and a part of me died.
Now, I cry every night.
I know that we will never be again
but I still have the fight.
Those words still sing like the devil in my ears,
"you have been victim to death of a fairytale love."
Deep in your heart, love is a protruding sound.
Holding hands, your feet and toes tickling in the sand.
Making sure everything you say can be easy to understand.
Playing in the grass
tickling each other
and wishing the laughter brightens up the sky
and makes you feel as though you could fly.
What will the next day bring?
He said those words
that brought a tear to my eye.
"I'm in love with you."
I knew just then there would be a good bye.
He dried my tears
and kissed my eye.
That feeling made my hearts pain subside.
Each day goes by, lately he makes me cry.
He calls less and is absent when I need him.
Some days I walk to his house on a whim.
Then with our friends all around, he said that word.
Bye.
His hand reached inside my chest
and ripped out my heart.
That's when I felt he and I had fallen apart.
The butterflies died
and my heart shriveled inside.
That's when the hole he filled, emptied
and a part of me died.
Now, I cry every night.
I know that we will never be again
but I still have the fight.
Those words still sing like the devil in my ears,
"you have been victim to death of a fairytale love."