The snowflakes fall down past my head
My cigarette smoke crawling into sky above...

Dreams untold by a thousand scars
But yet you still whisper within my head...

Born broken and discarded
Written off into the tides...

When I close to my eyes to sleep
Ill imagine you sleeping by my side...

Standing on the edge
There is no looking back...

Here I stand looking over the edge
I have grown tired of looking back...

Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...

Another day, another life
another time have chosen to live...

I found out about the darkness
hidden behind theses hazel eyes...

Falling to the ground
Surrounded by my roses...

Here I sit once again
Alone within my own mind...

Screw everything that other
people seem to feel...