Sparkling grey, They're my own veins. Any more than a whisper, any sudden movement of my heart. And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away
"Drown yourself in awe and despair! Cry like a lost child! Because my art... IS A BLAST!."
How many times have you said that? Even now, on what was supposed to be you're 20th birthday, I can hear those words so clearly, your last words... and now, as I lay this rose on your grave, I am sure that I will be seeing you soon, alive or not.
Sickened in the sun, you dare tell me you love me. But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die. Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way.
You're just so pretty in your pain
ya this is so gonna be edited later ^^; sorry for lack of...words xD