I am captured in this moment
frozen inside out
I wanted to be perfect
not to be choked by endless doubt
I loved you deeply
but you wore it out
You said you loved me
my innocence was pure
but you were always searching
I was not the perfect girl
I was under your spell
I was captured in your world
Will I drag my blade
across this moonlit lake?
No it's my turn, yes it's my turn
I lost my innocence
and my secrets in this lake
Now my passion burns, yes it does burn
This Swan is white by day
and black by night
I am unaware
of what is wrong or right
I am unaware
of what went wrong
Where is the sweet, sweet girl?
yeah, she is gone.......
I am the Black Swan
gazing at the moon
feeding on your black pearls
I trusted you, no one else but you
I need a deeper love
to break this spell
I need a love to fly
to fly away from hell
Will I drag my blade
across this moonlit lake
No, it\s my turn, yes it's my turn
I lost my innocence
and my secrets in this lake
Now my passion burns, yes it does burn
This Swan is white by day
and black by night
I am unaware
of what is wrong or right
I am unaware
of what went wrong
Where is that sweet, sweet girl?
yeah, she is gone.....
Where has she gone?............
Elizabeth Taylor
March 31/2011
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