• my rose for you in this time of dying
    I lay here in this bed of roses, waiting, waiting...
    to hold this knife in my hands and these marks on my wrists makes me feel alive?
    makes me feel...better?
    but you still don't know why
    to feel so alone in this world of strangers
    buildings and people suffocate me
    this world...suffocates me.
    for so long...we feel we can't bare it
    how can anyone bare this pain?
    tears fall...
    lives are given up...
    for the pain
    for the lonely
    why?
    to hold your head high and look through this sea of empty faces
    feels almost impossible...
    but now...
    I have something to fight for
    WE have something to fight for
    to hold your head high...
    even through this pain
    its alright to cry
    its alright to fall down sometimes
    its alright...
    fall into my arms and let the blood run down the drain
    we cannot pray for death so soon as our fates are soon to come anyways
    hold your head high and looks through the sea of lonely
    see....what I see
    feel...what I feel
    touch...what I touch
    and maybe once more we can be alive