As the trees look down a pone their chain strung...
They point and stair and watch every move the...

Puking up what you fed me
Thought the emotion of hate...

If my heart was a rose
Would it be black, like the ashes of your love...

My heart fades to black
And my lungs turn to fairy dust...

I close my eyes, and my soul will fly
There is no sleep, in these endless sheets...

Aren't we all just a chores in life
Trying to get our voices heard above the crowd...

Such sweet little lips
They were made for silence, not talking...

Everyday I look into the mirror,
And everyday I ask myself what do I see...

Brick walls imprison me in the garden
Weeds laugh at the roses that used to live...