When love gets too great
too real
you feel you want to give it up
your heart is breaking
its just so unreal
there's nothing left for the taking

I cant believe this is happening
its happening again
in the past from what we had
and now that i cant seem to have again

So what is it about me
that you can't give into
forcing myself back
now i can't talk to you
maybe i should realize
there is a chance
that I was never meant to be with you

I shed a tear as bloody as the rose you gave me...

Dreary from all the sickness, she sits there so helpless

Suicide is a CHOICE....not FORCED...

Life is a Game...Dying is the best Strategy

Roses had fallen to my death, bleeding and bleeding until there was nothing left