Her bones will ache
Her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies
Her magic heart will break
She will fly to France
`Cause thre`s no chance
No hope for Cinderalla
Come september
Everything wrong gonna be alright
Her violet sky
Will need to cry
`Cause if it doesn`t rain
Than everything will die
She needs to heal
She needs to feel
Something more than tender
Come september
Everything wrong
Gonna be alright
]Come september
The souls that burn
Will twist and turn
And find you in the dark
No mather where you run
She is made her mark
But lost her spark
And what she`s pushing for
She can`t rememeber
Everything wrong
Gonna be alright
Come september
Her eyes surrounder her cry
A crying shame
Coming undone is she everygonne
Feel the same
She will run
She`s gonna drying the sun
Shining just for you
Instead of everyone
And so it goes
She`ll stand alone
And try no to remember
Come september
Everything wrong
Gonna be alright
She` made her mark