Fugitive - Ardis

Take that mirror off the wall

i can’t stand the things I see

take that mirror off the wall

I can’t stand it

Yes I gave him my white rose

and he painted it red

said red was the colour of our love

but now he’s gone

Please don’t get me wrong

I don’t mean to complain

yes I’m a daughter of Eve

pain’s my heritage but

My heart is my worst enemy

my tongue is its assistant

can’t control their every move

no there’s no cure

Like a stone by the bayside

yes l lay me down

let me rest my weary soul

o’er the things I’ve done