If our love is a religion,
then let me preach this in silence.
Let me sit in your shrine,
devoted to my highness.
I will worship you as my only belief,
I will plead to you as my only relief.

I still reach out
through these murky windows of my soul,
trying to search
for those clay dolls of my dead emotions.

Floating around motionless in white,
I still accidently encounter
our murals from the past.

It was definitely worth a try to let my heart go astray,
just so it could know how far it can venture.
It is a different emotion that it came back ragged and bruised,
what is more beautiful is the scars it carries now they glow in this darkness,
almost like stars illuminating my lonliest nights.
It ventured through storms and draughts went all the way and jumped off the edge of love, betrayal, promises and hope.
What came back was
a shattered piece
smiling through the cracks.
After all the bloodshed of
its dying laughter and unknown disaster,
It was definitely worth a try.
"The scars heal in shapes of roses with no thorns"

Think about your lips and the way they kiss
There's so much I really miss about you,
you have been on my mind
every single night,
I can't visualize life without you.
And I haven't felt peace without you
All of the memories feel like magic
All of the fighting seemed so sweet
All that we were, my love, was magic
And you're the last thing that I need

So I lay a dozen roses
for the lover that I've found.
I stand by all my choices,
even though I may pay the cost
Oh, all those nights, the lows and highs,
I share them all with you.
So I lay a dozen roses, I lay them there,
I lay them there for you.