Night Time - The Birthday Massacre

I think it happened at night time

A cold rain drizzled down from space

Hiding tears from streetlight eyes

I saw the same familiar face

Something pseudo tv love

A mixed up girl who’s something of

A fairytale’s romantic dream come true

She breaks my heart and blurs my eyes

Her love is never easy

A magic made for tragic minds

And thinking back I should have known

That she could see right through me

And I would end up on my own

Gazing through my window

She glittered like the starlit rain

Whispering tales of broken hearts

She told me things would never change

There was only so much words could say

We closed our eyes and dreamed away

And for a time our love was almost real

She breaks my heart and blurs my eyes

Her love is never easy

A magic made for tragic minds

And looking back I should have known

That she could see right through me

And I would end up on my own