Rose Crimson Red

All the things I've said, do you think to be a lie?
If you knew the shame I carried, I wonder if you'd look at me.
These things all seem to be a dream, seeping into reality.
The childish things I do, I wonder why you stay with me.
The sorrow that clouds around me, how can you see through the darkness?
Lonely by your side, it seems I'm like a ghost.
Cry this river of tears wondering how far it can carry me.
Scorned by your eyes, that seemed to of grown so cold.
Jagged memories that pierce my heart, yet you manage to stand by my side.
Wonder if your real, sometimes feels like your not really here.
You've hidden from the shadows, but merely manage to find my hand.
You've fell to my embrace, the darkness that surrounds.
Wounds so fresh with salt, these memories keep forcing me to die.
Are you really there?
Night feels the tears, if only you knew.
Loves lying in the shadows, like a midnight butterfly.
Burned by passions force, your beauty's lost in my darkness.
Loves tomb stone freshly carved, with roses crimson red.
The journey that we take, to lead us to forever.
You feel it getting dark, you know your coming near.
The beauty that we've made only to lead us back to night.
It's like a midnight butterfly.
The tomb stone freshly carved, withered roses still crimson red.
You took me at your side, you played your dirty game.
You left me here to die, now I hope you feel my pain.