As I watch the roses wilt.
I count another bruise.
My mind plauged with everlasting guilt.
So I had to lose.

Does your blood still taste the same?
My name has faded out.
Trapped inside this hurtful game.
It's so hard not to shout.

So now I'm battered and left behind.
I'm aware of what I've done wrong.
Out of my mouth, but still in my mind.
Apparently I'm not very strong.

My tears mean nothing now.
I wonder if they ever really did.
So I'll give you my final bow.
Somehow I have to close this heavy lid.

So in go the nails.
The meat isn't tough.
Every attempt fails.
Being sorry wasn't enough.

Hanging from the ceiling.
Oblivious to the eternal pain.
I would love to stop feeling.
And get you out of my brain.

Your bloody hearts are still on my wall.
Let me hide as I bleed.
I wasn't stable enough to give it all.
And in the end there was only greed.

The cuts seem to never heal.
The knoose is still tight.
I wish this wasn't real.
Now I have to turn out the light.

Wilted is my soul and heart.
Wilted is my mind.
I have been torn apart.
I have been left behind.