Deep red roses
thorns cut my wrist...
Perfection, the unquestionable truth that keeps us...
perfection, the thing i haven't been still am not...
Success is not a word, but a story... a story that...
Tears in my eyes
but i aint crying...
What kind of world is this
Where everything goes wrong...
Everybody leaves
A disgusted look...
I am alive. The pungent fire that burns and builds...
Written wen i was 19:
I wonder if she ever thinks of me...
Let me see what your best move is. From first...
Do you think I will remain a memory?
After the chorus of heaven and hell called to me...
Your request for understanding,
Is way too demanding...
The drums sound once more
Heralds of Death pounding upon your door...