By now my breath shows my life
and my skin's gone more sickly pale...

62 degrees outside in the storm
The rain is cool like my skin...

Slightly altered to my liking..
Roses are red...

You call me selfish, I don't know why
You're selfish just the same...

Her open casket shown to the world
For all to see this beautiful girl...

I want to get out
I want to go home...

I remain broken
You remain strong...

These tears
wont stop...

One stormy night
One lonely girl...

Beautiful silver
caressing my arms...