Would you look at me now?
See my sad, broken face...

The lines she left
Across her wrist...

I really don't know what to do
All that I want is to be with you...

We found her lying on the floor
with a slight grin upon her face...

That day I was walking
down that empty street...

Just a broken heart
innocent and frail...

These tears fall down
into a pool of crystal...

Nothing between us
just skin to skin...

Just a simple rose
So delicate and frail...

Ok, so, the first part of this is part of another...
I think about you, night and day...

My tears are now crimson
like the petals of a rose...

She fell asleep
under that tree...