A single rose
with thorns removed...

When I was young you used to say
"You can have anything if you try&quot...

In this abyss,
constantly sinking...

Look in the mirror
what do I see...

All my gray
and all my blue...

Standing on the line I've drawn
between my weak heart and your strong...

To wish for and end
but not for death...

Sticks and stones
may break my bones...

How would you react
if i left; never came back...

Spoken words can't be erased
breaths of air never to waste...

In this foolish game of peek-a-boo
can you see Me...

You know who you all are:
i know i'm being a hypocrite...