One might think
I am waiting for my knight
In shining armour, to come on his
Glorious white horse

No, I wait for my knight
With spots of rust on his armour
With weakened metal
With a war horse that limps

I'll ride on his horse
And love him not for his shiny armour
Not for his immaculate horse
Not for his perfection

We each have dark pasts
Riddled with unspeakable mistakes
Mistakes which we wish to eradicate
And we will

I'll love him for his flaws
I'll know every inch of his skin
I'll know his past, his present
And we'll create a future

is she alive?
or is she just surviving
pulling through day by day
unaware as life goes on

does she exist?
or is she merely a concept
of space
and
time

i numb myself so i can't get hurt, not anymore
counting down the days, but what am i waiting for?

lyrics are the words
she could never
put together
herself