Roses grow, and your stone's cold
You're way up there, you're all alone
And normally I don't trust psychics who claim they can talk to the dead
But this time I guess I"ll go

The gypsy put her cold hands both on mine
Told me that there's help from the divine
That I could reach way deep inside
And find what you had left behind

I close my eyes but all I can see
Is the hole where you used to be
And all the crystal ***** in the world
Could never make me complete

Forget-me-nots evermore
A prayer sent for you and I
And normally I don't trust self-help books cuz they say all the same things
But I guess this time I'll try

It said 'Let your emotions be expressed and released'
But I feel they could never be free
'Talk about it whenever you can' it reads
But the only person who'll listen is me

I imagine you watching me
But I know I'm not just imagining