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

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

I can see,everything in front of me
the way it was 7 years ago...

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

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

No, no, don't you cry
everything will be alright...

Clock ticks
eyes flutter...

Where the hell did I go wrong?
and how could you stand so long...

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

With a sight so unsettling
it makes your heart stop...

Cynicism you pull from under your skin
as the sun tears at it...

Destruction of an empty soul
the weight became to hard to hold...