All I can think of, is life and death,
And as the rose dies, I take my last breath...

When I woke, I was not happy
When I walked, I stepped not quickly...

Happy
Sad...

It hurts inside,
It makes me cry...

A blank space is all I need,
To try and show you, what I want you to see...

As the plastic sets alight
I don’t show any fright...

The summer grows when she smiles,
The winter pours when she’s gone...

She sat, relaxed, her look seducing
I couldn't believe it, my dream releasing...

She comes to work
Wearing makeup and a skirt...

With the pain I take
With the knife I make...

It seduces me, with its burning flame,
Glowing there, and saying my name...

While I stare in her eyes, she doesn’t...
Why I tell all the lies, which makes her sigh...