Shattered, beaten, battered and bruised
I'll live this curse, there's nothing to lose
can't stand, my broken sun
stood by an empty place where a shadow once run
a mighty high whitness once stared
they cast their own demon but silently cared
who's liability is he this time?
not mine, not mine
there's a shrine for folks like those
it's called a rose
so pose by this rose
it's thorns will teach you
they'll cut you again and again
like friends, they'll make it look pretty
such a pitty my fragile friendly friend
