THE THINGS THAT MAKE US TRUE
"Talk to me" I always think, As you...

Thus i die
I fall on the floor with a red rose laying before...

What a sensual feeling
So sweet and gentle...

A white rose covered in blood lying on the floor,
Grasped by a tiny hand...

Sitting still, wondering where to go
If only winding back the hours was one way to...

If Breathing is all I ever hear
What will I do when there is a sudden shock of...

As I look at the concrete
I see my life pass me by...