Petals on the floor,
let me count one more,
birds singing in my ear,
the 45 looks so sincere,
call it death or life,
it could happen with one knife,
like a twig upon the stone,
I am broken all alone,
alone I am so meek,
the gun now kissing my cheek,
the burning snow wilts,
as the knife slowly tilts,
the door slowly closes,
decaying all the roses,
I fought for you day and night,
and with this guy and him thats quite a fight,
I love you it's true,
but I can't start over knew,
I'll just have to fade,
I'll give up the charade,
theres no way I'll push through,
I curse the day I lost you...