The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...

Oh the disappointment
this hurt i feel inside...

When we hold each other close and our hearts beat...
my heart soars...

My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness...

Alone in darkness a poor girl sits
Staring into space, trying to find shoes that fit...

With the sting of the blade
comes rushing the blood...

Every morning i wake up with the same routine
every morning the same scents tickle my nose...

Todays the day i woke up and knew some thing was...
i guess i only realized because i knew it all...

Trees are growing
new leaves budding...

This lonely life so full of lies
Is crowded with tears and sorrowful sighs...

Hallow laughs and vacant smiles
trying on masks of different styles...

Everyday i wait in hope for what could never be
that all the things from my past never happened to...