*this is a song for my brothers rock band-(sounds...
Sickened by my tragedies...

I miss being seven
with curls in my hair...

I wish I had my sandals
so I wouldn't have to walk...

The tears I cried, my eyes dried out
no last goodbye, just one last shout...

Oh poor rose,
I\'ve seen you twice today...

Never call it pain
for it comes and it goes...

I'm the angel of mercy, here to lift you off your...
I try to give and give and still they hurt me...

Theres a white light
stretched over my room...

The tears I cry have been prolonged
and I feel like the world has done me wrong...

What is behind the brightest eyes I've seen
there's nothing around and in between...

Tell the stars I won't be coming out tonight
My lover, waits for me sitting by the moonlight...

I'm afraid to do the wrong thing
Too scared to make a move...