Crimson red like
A rose, a flower that
Weeps, a boat that
Sinks

Drunk on air,
High on dreams,
Dripping, drowning
Like the sea

Scorching touch like
A flame, red; red everywhere
I see, petals writher like
Death at a scene

And how does one forget
Forget the times when things were good
With an ever lasting smile upon my face
I could only think of the day's never ending

And how does one forget
Forget the times when the smile began to disappear
With the constant pushes
With the constant lies

And how does one forget
Forget the day when being told I was insane
That it was all created in my mind
That it all was lies

And how does one forget
Forget the days in which I was alone
Silence welcomed me
Silence became me

And how does one forget
Forget the day when it was all forgotten
Like magic children believe in
It was all fogotten

So how does one forget
Forget the times when things were good
When it was those good times that brought around the bad
And the bad resulted in me being alone

How does one forget
Forget those who did this to me
And will soon do to you
They'll abandon and leave a dark shadow looming over me... you... us...

what is Yesterday, but just memories?
memories, yet I feel the pain
but pain reminds me I am still alive
and death I am still to attain.

Today will become, once again,
the memories of tomorrow's dawn.
I learned to endure the pain
and I know tomorrow's dawn
will be a new fight to attain
victory over my old haunt.

These flowers across the sea
Flitting down from the sky
Balancing upon the waves
Too far out

Why dont they come back
Come back into my arms
Where they will forever grow
No longer lost at sea

Their delicate petals drowning
Once a blossom pink
Now a dreary brown
Being undertaken by the waves

The ships that wonder
The ships that find land
Pass the drowning petals
That only want some love and care

So why dont they come back
Do they like the isolated wonderings
Do they like being upon the waves
Shall they not return I too will be set of to sea