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

Consumed in the darkness of a terrible fate
A reoccurring dream that says I'm much too late...

Don't laugh because I'm different,
Or because I'm not just like you...

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

I could spill my heart and all its insides onto...
And you'd never even notice...

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

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...

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

You can't deny
All those times...

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

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