You are my rose
though there are millions of others
i happened to pick you on my stroll
i took you in
if i dont hold you right your thorns may hurt me
but all i must do is readjust
hold you tighter
hoping my grasp wont slip again

The world is simply a ball on a pin
A sudden tap to collapse the universe
Waiting to be set up again

Waiting for when
Theyll make it worse
Losing composure to be tilted off the pin

World of artificial zen
Carrying out a curse
To knock it off the pin again

There will come a day for men
Attemping to immerse through a spiritual verse
But find theyre still tacked by a pin

Two four six eight ten
Times the perished world meets a hearse
Again, again and again

Finishing with amen
To try to reverse
The plummet of the world on a pin
Once again

We all have that thing to bring us by
is it our excessive pride
that brings our monstrous stride
or is it the devil inside

We all have that person to call us home
when our heart traces
what our minds roam
or are you simply alone

Minds collide when his eyes slide to mine
I say "take ride and guide my journey is you by my side"
He replied "we'll chase and stride with fate to make you my bride"

Tour our heels on unsatisfied thoughts of suicide until were musty-eyed
Terrified, his hope is crucified
but revived with my palm alongside Flowing chills down his backside

If i were an angel who flew I'd break through faded blue with you

Flashback to nights his guard was tight
Rewriting slurred words with deceitful delight
Saying "i'm alright" when his thought's in black and white

Despite what was right she excited a spark to ignite
Expecting that over night her might could cite the words to end the fight of the black and white knights giving him false light

He said "I used to be an angel who flew
I withdrew once you glued the wings that carried you"