I am here
but you tell me...

I'm afraid of what he or i will do next
please don't leave him alone with me...

I am the black rose with the dark soul
my darkness i do not try to conceal...

The world's a different place,
when no one knows your face...

Broken glass is like a shattered heart
Broken glass is like all the tiny pieces, ripped...

Sadness, despair
I feel as my heart...

Soft, like liquid velvet coursing between fingers...

Do i really know him
as i stare into his eyes...

This tired old heart which beats within,
is slowing down, and giving in...

I could look into those
eyes and be enchanted for ever...

Lying flat in
the meadows...

Catch my falling tears, and let them stain
Don't shun away your hand in disdain...