i asked for a gift for myself from myself you gave a gift to yourself yourself and keep asking me if i wanted to play and she sits by the table waiting for a pick up not a dress-up it'll blow up and the tarnished ruins haunt her within
the hole in her heart is too big to mend the ache in her head is too much pain just like when roses perish beneath the blanket of snow and sun smiles too much which lets them feel it and burn them roses, no more
hopeful they'll remain, when their ancestors face again and you and i, will sit somewhere nicer than the underseat of your bedroom sitting in the kitchen waiting for maids to clean your room
and the secret new girl, who's hidden from my world she's disguised my point of view and teachers preach, it's out of reach the same soul returns to haunt another change your views the same soul tries to revive you more only to sought
a truth among you hides in vain hidden from sight, on the pane the heart that searches for its mate won't find it without gates normal people search high and low for a bush that would seem for show their love tarnished for they know now that the fairer are those who turn brows