FicWad

i'm not just another pretty face
for you to waste
i nearly escaped
from your hold
but you turned around acting like i was gold

now the silence deafens my ears
from all my fears
you gave me on the rainy days we stayed inside
longing for the feeling
to feel free again

words mean nothing anymore
because when Wednesday died
it wasn't like it was before
the meaning is gone

but we're moving on
from the hours passed
and the weeks are drawn
we're okay at last