I sit alone on my forlorn bed,
with only my arms wrapped around me for comfort...

Maybe i came on to hard
too fast...

No one can destroy the queen
it turns my stomach what I've seen...

Little Tiffani
little sad Tiffani...

I write i love you in the sand
then the wind will gently blow it away...

There is so much left unsaid
no words are really needed to describe this kind...

Holding on for so long
my darling i love you...

She looked so sad
standing on the balcony...

Sitting alone in this darkness
feeling the presence around me...

Hot bile rises up my throat
splashing and burning...

As I sit here watching all the stars revolve...
I think to myself wondering why...

Every rose has a thorn
all good things come to an end...