When you want to be with someone who doesn't feel the same way
You tend to stay up all night, you tend to think about them all day
It hurts that you're so close, because you're so far away
It hurts to hear the lies of "it's gonna be okay"...

"You're too thick to be any good!"
"You're too fat; stop gorging that food!"
"You're so stale, it's like you're made of wood!"
You're just the one who no one understood...

"Things you can bend, you can repair";
The laws of life, they seem too fair.
The analogy is wrong, those you can't compare;
Like broken glass, is a heart in despair.

Paint your yellow roses blue
Recall, up ahead, that I knew
They will turn green, and ugly too
So pardon my absence as you rue

"Things you can bend, you can repair";
The laws of life, they seem too fair.
The analogy is wrong, those you can't compare;
Like broken glass, is a heart in despair.

Imagine.
Imagine that everyone knows
About a brilliant golden rose
And they know where it's from.
The journey isn't as steep
Everything you have, you can keep,
To the Rose, everyone would come.

Suppose.
Suppose this object was in fact real.
People would get it despite how they feel
Tricking the other with a rose of gold
The rose's trek was one so lame,
Every lover had given his love the same
What value does the rose now hold?

Now see.
See now why the rose is hidden?
From fake passion, to keep it forbidden
And to keep it pure as true love
It doesn't matter if your life's a wreck
The rose is nothing without the trek
And this is why it is seldom heard of.

I close my eyes to catch sleep
But sleep's already caught me.
I looked too weak, too dumb to keep
I was thrown where no one can see.
My heart started pounding
My face seemed to just go.
My veins, from the way they were sounding
Had too much blood to flow.
The sun melted to black
Skies exploded with pitch
To all, I turned my back
My wounds, I would never stitch.
Monsters haunted the streets
Biting from front and from behind.
I jumped up from beneath the sheets
And no monsters, did I find.
I sighed with relief, waking up
Scanning the place around.
But the pain would never stop
Reality's harder, I found.
I'm tired, oh and way beyond
I'm done with misery and hope.
To the blade, I've grown quite fond
But my next friend would be the rope.