Wild Child

It's a scene of blue and purple, let's start this with romance If I sat and watched the masquerade would you ask me to dance? The tides will turn without your help and they'll take their share of sand Pleading eyes and aching hearts want more than I can stand Tonight it's not the loneliness, or maybe this time it is But I'm sick of crying and I refuse to ask forgiveness for my sins To some a wild child, a rebel to my mom I'm an independant thinker, but apparently I'm wrong I regret the love we could have had, the love that didn't last But I have scars and poetry to remind me of my past