The blackest of roses
Grows thorns in my side...

Oh the disappointment
this hurt i feel inside...

Alone in darkness a poor girl sits
Staring into space, trying to find shoes that fit...

My sweet, fall slowly into the darkness
Take up this dream made in reality's likeness...

When we hold each other close and our hearts beat...
my heart soars...

My scars posses a beauty that you could never know
because they all represent the truth that lies...

With the sting of the blade
comes rushing the blood...

Trees are growing
new leaves budding...

Everyday i wait in hope for what could never be
that all the things from my past never happened to...

Every morning i wake up with the same routine
every morning the same scents tickle my nose...

Sitting and watching the gracefully falling snow
Seeing my little town sparkling and aglow...

Beethoven has tricked me
he trapped me in his rhyme...