Where the inside,
It meets the outside...

A blooming rose,
Short of homecoming...

Slaving around the times,
Trying to make ends meet...

Sometimes I wish, that I
Could be all things they wanted me to be...

Two way street with wires crossed,
And nothing will stand in my way...

Held by the hands that helped
To create me, and who I will...

Betrayed and stabbed in the back,
Forged to forget the placid and pain...

Cutting out all the bad,
I still can't measure up...

Looking towards a starless sky,
A heartless love, darkening in the frosty night...

A blunted knife, a piece of glass,
I don’t care anymore...

Never thought I would come to this,
Thinking that my time's up, wanting to die...

You mean the world to me,
Make such a difference in my life...