| I felt another dead rose find the floor. this one stung more than the one before. a chance to me is just a passing time. my ignorance has formed an unatractive mind. weeds grow torns, but dead roses bleed way more. my knees on the floor. believe me I want way more. violance, fustration, these words lead to seperation. why can't they just find me. i'm tired of looking. it seems like every where I look there's roses. i'm tired of not seeing through them. divorce shouts it's name at me when i just look around at nothing, or was it something? this vicious cycle is almost empty. the clock is ticking, the son is bleeding. when will I find my day? your son's still bleeding. seven years I forced my mind to learn it was right, but it's wrong to live in regret. seven years to waste on pretend love but it's hard to sleep at night when there's no one by your side. i'm crystalizing alone. |