She may seem happy
she may seem loving...

She lays there on her bed, torn...
her sheets are covered with dried blood...

When life stops, where will we be?
where will our love go...

Would you really know the difference if i wasn't...
would you really care...

I lay there thinking about my life
how it makes me cry...

The tears on my face
can never be erased...

What is the meaning of love?
it's so funny that 3 words can change everything...

The things that i have done
can only be resolved with a gun...

In the middle of the night
she is floating in the pool...thinking about her...

I slowly replay the memories in my head
the times where we were happy...

I'm slowly slipping away
but you never noticed...

Life is like a garden full of roses
But if you look closely the roses have thorns...