The black roses smell so much sweeter
On the other side of this door...

*inspired by the song "i don't want to be...
I'm struggling here to breathe...

The pain's coursing through these veins ever so...
My mind is pounding with memories of the past...

You never would hold a sick child
You would never warm them with sweet smiles...

It was dark and lonely. Another stormy night.
A girl feeling she was only a reason for her...

This girl wonders if she's sitting here wasting...
She stares out this lonely empty window debating...

All these screaming voices inside my mind
set me on this endless run, running blind...

The days are getting colder
But don't mind me, go on as you were...

It's hard to think right now when all I hear is...
The sound seems to drown out all the screaming...

I need a couple more to fade and melt away these...
I need just one more to end the pain of many...