I never quite realized,
that we were perfect...

I have been to heaven,
and hell and back...

Love is nothing but pain,
like when you fall and cut your knee...

Perpetual silence,
and insecure scribbles...

The red rose by day,
that turns hearts to clouds...

Looking across the fields,
The morning rains turn to steam...

Naiye! i call out,
i need your help...

When you leave,
my world turns to black...

Page after page,
i cant get it all out...

If i stabbed the page,
would it bleed...

I sit here,
listening to our song...

You said i was your hero,
and i believed it...