Another change comes and goes
Similar to the moon's life...

Have you ever felt isolation
From whom you really were...

Have you ever felt isolation
From whom you really were...

Surfacing the velvet, scarlet rose petals
Frigid water from the sprouting fountain trickles...

Every Rose You Have Given Me
Has Left A Scratch On My Wrist...

She Use To Play, But Now Shattered
Once A Smile to Deeply Tattered...

She Stands By The Edge,
Her White Skin Glistening In Light...

Fate Writes Death In Blood,
Blood Thats Crimson Red...

When I think about suicide
It just feels too right...

She wears her lilac talcum garnished
In her beautifully woven voile dress...

Human Blood Fills The Dark Allies,
Weapons Lay Stranded In The Street...

Dressed In White
She Stands Alone...