I used to convince myself that it didn't hurt to...
Until you came along...

At the top of the stairwell
In an abandoned town...

I know how easy it is to just forget
How hard it is to live on and die with regret...

A bed of roses, Real yet untrue,
A bed of roses, Beautiful and few...

I sat down in my shower,
And stared into the wall...

I think of parents telling their children
"These are the things to fear...

How could you turn your back on me when I screamed...
How could you let me fall away from you, did you...

Fractured in an open room, lies perfection in...
Packed behind an open box, on a dusty forgotten...

Perhaps these unspoken feelings
Are less than brilliantly thought...

I'd love to have to here with me
I'd love to see your face...

You can't deny
All those times...

Cut me with your emptiness and leave me there to...
Breake me with your selfishness and greed...