We all crept up the old creaking stairs. We tiptoed and whispered and giggled and laughed. We pulled out the clothes, once wrapped up with care, And we danced and we pranced and dressed up in the past.
There’s an ache inside Caused by pride. The thought of knowing better Bound her heart with iron fetter. If only you’d left the matter alone, Her heart and her head, together they groan. Her heart realized its maddening sin. She wants to apologize, but were to begin? Finally, she wrote it all down, So that