Rose pedals are falling
Turning black as they fall
It's like death's at my back door
My head is unclear
I wish i knew my thoughts
Be able to read minds
Not being able to do that
Only makes things harder
Trying to hang on before i hit bottom
I dwell inside a black well
I only wish someone would drop a flashlight
The more i climb the deeper the well grows
Only silence and my feelings are mixed
Rose pedals are falling
No longer red but dark black
My head is unclear it's like death's at my back door
When will my problems end.
