Blood spills onto the vacant floor
Searing pain from a twisted blade seeps through...

Attention seekers
And miss demeanors...

Can I compare you
To a wilted rose...

Grab my hand and cut it deep.
Lets see the blood seep...

Take the time to listen
Take the time to care...

Its a song but what the hell
Somewhere inside me burns a passionate plea...

Believe it or not I used to love
Grieve it or not it doesn’t bother me...

Don’t cry my loved ones
Don’t shed a single tear...

The seeds of live are no longer thrinving
In fact they are bleeding...

One last glance
As I gleefully ask you to dance...

If the sun didn’t shine anymore
If the songs in my heart didn’t chime...

Leave me alone to breathe in my pain
Silent whispers...