The prettiest petal on the ugliest rose...

I'm just longing for the turn around.
That meaningless mix of words he promised me
It's like waiting for the sound
of emptiness pulling in the drive way.

And like a child running out
To greet a tired, and dusted man
Just to come home and sleep for hours
And leave for days again.

I've wasted my time thinking of this
Trying to find a difference
Between love and hate, the past and future
And all I've found is that time slows down

And I get rather confused with myself
Thinking that lust is love
Finding out that our hate is beautiful.
And that in the future that's all we'll become

We'll always be like the last petal that falls
From the ugliest rose
It falls from a faded beauty
And it withers away before it touches the snow