Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (:
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (:
I'm Trying to be me
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to onyesha
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't wewe see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short au tall
No matter If wewe have this all
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk au rock
No matter if wewe have a bad look
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way!
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to onyesha
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't wewe see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short au tall
No matter If wewe have this all
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk au rock
No matter if wewe have a bad look
Just have your life with whom wewe want
No matter what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just songesha on, on your way!
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
wewe are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
wewe hope then tomorrow,
the memories wewe shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
wewe are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
wewe hope then tomorrow,
the memories wewe shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.