i like Nina have loved and lost

left with a jones after being called nani so many times

but situation rearranged like the letters in her name

leaving everything the opposite of its definition, ugly

wounds are not beautiful when they haven't healed well

so look with vampiric eyes to see the battle scars left

like a tale written in twilight

twice or more i've lived my life on the cliff of yes or no

debating whether to dive into the sea of trusting you

or simply turning away

returning to the ledge

descending to the base of the mount we've climbed together

how could we weather all types of weather

and i still don't know whether i can trust you

those are my blues

they don't sit between my left and right thigh tho

they lie between my left and right eye