Roses had fallen to my death, bleeding and bleeding until there was nothing left

Life is a Game...Dying is the best Strategy

Suicide is a CHOICE....not FORCED...

Dreary from all the sickness, she sits there so helpless

I shed a tear as bloody as the rose you gave me...

So what is it about me
that you can't give into
forcing myself back
now i can't talk to you
maybe i should realize
there is a chance
that I was never meant to be with you

I cant believe this is happening
its happening again
in the past from what we had
and now that i cant seem to have again

When love gets too great
too real
you feel you want to give it up
your heart is breaking
its just so unreal
there's nothing left for the taking

When love gets too great
you want to give it up
your life
your memories
it was all a lie
because you had to impersonate

Heart has reason
that reason
may not know.