Hearts cry out in emptiness Shades are drawn and the covers are pulled Hearts lay in vivid blackness With shadows playing songs of heartache Misery dances across the walls Like marionettes on strings Hearts are pulled and set on stage Audience is calling for something more tonight While all the pressure is building, The strings are wearing thin And his Thorns are budding from your crystal rose Held in your palm, pricking your tender touch Like the puppeteer, he restricted your heart, Causing nothing but sorrow for your heart He taught you to hate, he smirked at your fury The scissors were always in his hand, But he was never ready to cut
And tonight the shadows played their song And Misery danced across the walls of Your own personal theatre The shades are still drawn, as the covers are pulled But your heart is not hidden beneath The strings have been left hanging carelessly The scissors are resting casually on the stage And your perfect rose, lies in his thorn-pricked hand
