you slit me open, and stuck your needles through my heart
you stole away the breathe of me, and tore my world apart
carry the blade down the thread, divide me with your false
hope
slip and gracefully trip, my soul sets drift and I dangle on
a rope
off drips down the secrets drop at a time to show i really
care
and in these moments of decay, virgin colors are found truly
rare
god sent an angel to visit the night i died
told myself it was heaven sent, but found my faith lied
she slid your fingers down into my heart ,pulled forth my
strings
thought i was free all along, was free but only within my
dreams
in the womb there's more to be feared than just birth
cradled i was labeled and marked with the same attributes as
earth
my rope tied me down, kept me level, but you cut it from my
chest
and I'll be your astronaut floating for the sun, and you'll
be the best
best death, you were always, always the best of me, even if
you never knew my name
because life's never fair, and there is no findings he
re,but I'll treasure all the pain
and the pricks of needles, will be like raindrops falling
down
and the tricks of mirrors, will be like truths lost never
again to be found
(and your voice will steer me, and ring so clearly ,the
blades edge all the way down)
and i would beg for more love, and wish for more of, the
drug (and poison) on which i drown

i was a shadow,cast out and abandoned, by the words I'd
never speak
you were my vision ,a secret ambition,but i could not fly so
instead i sink
slower and lower, into false hopes and letters, that spell
out my demise
down to the bottom, where no one could follow, or hope to
ever know my cries
you were the arrow-
through deep and narrow-
you hit true your mark-
(and now, set ablaze this dying heart)
i wish i loved you-
we know it's not true-
but if we could just pretend
(i would love, to be your new trend..)
i know (I) amuse you
and nothing was more true
always the clown, and always a frown
but you make me happy
free swinging the trapeze
I'd take the risk at your call
with no safeties remaining
at foot, it's me to be blaming
cause i was the one,and I'll take my fall

and when i were to land
when my castles turn to sand
I'd love to hear you laugh, just once more my dear
i know I'm so amusing
i know it's me we're using
but i won't cry, and i won't deny, that there's nothing that
i fear
but you
and it's sad, but it's true

hope tears us apart
but that's just the start-
(I will be buried with a crimson red rose
to symbolize the blood that did draw forth my crows