Gwenyth

Gwenyth, you lovely tortured soul, it wasn't meant to be.

I have paid our fee, but the love you said that would die has yet to go

Never seen or felt, you're like a dream.

Like my favorite movie scene watched from the highest balcony.

And there's not much more to say, with those bitches on parade, except I miss you girl.

And Gwenyth the long ecstatic hours spent mending our hearts, it now tears me apart, to see your plainly clear interest in other men.

Never seen or felt you're like a dream, a sweetly wounded feeling that won't let me be.

I miss your beauty and your style and that crazy manic smile of which I'd rarely see.

And Gwenyth, you gently swaying leaf, have fletched and loosed your darts.

Yet, perfected the art of an electronic love that always left me dry.

Oooooo ooooooo oooooo

Oooooo ooooooo oooooo