I don't need your hugs and kisses
But that doesn't mean I don't like them...

The floor beneath me crumbles
I fall into a black hole...

Wiping off the make up
Seeing who I really am...

I can feel it
The razor blade tearing through my skin...

The circle of life.
Never ending...

Maybe in time the petals will fall a little slower
Just enough time for me to reach out...

When the love went,
it was made of little deaths...