You place this dead rose in my hands
not knowing it causes harm...

It seems as all the good things
now turn into pain...

I think you like it when i stumble
and when i always stare to the ground...

I'm breathing heavily
as I'm sitting in this tight spaced room...

She sits there full of stress
and feels like shes being tamed...

Here lies a story
shes now just your distant memories...

You see me as i break to pieces
and watch my heart fade away...

I wake up in the morning
but i stay inside my room...

Picture of our memories
are held against my walls...

A sense of wonder
a speak of laughter...

I need someone
to help me when i cry...

My life's falling apart
rite before my eyes...