If I carved your name,
Deep into my arm...

I want to say her name,
just one last time...

I'm daydreaming of her,
as im sitting here in class...

So hard I try,
to say I just dont care...

There is a dying rose,
in a meadow far away...

Last night I had a dream,
in the distance I saw her eyes...

The words "I love you,"
Are carved in his arm...

My soul is cold and alone,
lost in a land of unknowns...

Judge me, call me names,
Tear my soul, put me to shame...

Why do i continue to lie?
i feel as these things i must deny...

Is the rose pink,
or is it red...

Today is the last day of my life,
I sit and stare ate the blade of this knife...