My pretty crying one

you look pretty shattered

i see the twisters on your mind

there you sit and you're weeping

'bout the mistakes of your life

through your hands i see

the tears run to your lips

i hear them falling

and dropping on the floor



i'd stroke your streaks

away from your chin

i'd kissed your shaking lips

dry your tear-stained skin

i wish i was your home

the comfort to your soul

my pretty crying one



i know no one's perfect

but just now you seem divine

to hell with those bastards

who make this fragile angel cry

how i wish my arms could reach to you

i wish my hands could touch your hair