I had my suspicions,
that you had another...

I sit on the bathroom floor.
feeling sick again...

So fragile, his heart is broken
in a million peices, bruised...

He's not a masterpiece
nothing special atall...

The midnight moon sparkles,
across the cristal lake...

I am that rose that's dying in the corner,
locked away in the corner of your mind...

Broken hearts,
never heal...

I look at the floor,
and see my reflection...

He sits. praying. wanting.
he breathes. laying. haunting...

Watch me. as red fades to black.
i've sold my soul. there's no turning back...

It seems like yesterday,
that you were there...

No sleeping pills,
no razor blade...