All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...
I sit here thinking again,
Always thinking too much...
Too greedy for love
Too greedy to have...
I hope you think of me every time a candles lit
I hope you think of me every time your tire...
In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...
The problem is a vital piece is missing
I’ve collected myself, I’m unfinished...
Your face once painted with happy colors,
I thought you were content and free...
A room full of people
And yet I feel so alone...
A flattering smile,
a laugh like the sun...
Just like the ocean,
so calm and serene...
Everybody loves their life
While I hate mine...
I start to shake, I start to quiver
My life, My life? I beg to differ...