Music is personal expression.
Lyrics
Sometimes I ask myself if this is really who we are
And every time I ask I wonder if we truly scar
Let it be known that these words inspired a dream
Every time I hear your voice all I can do is scream
CHORUS
The leaves outside the window turn to butterflies
The beautiful face I knew turned out to be of lies
I'm going to miss all of those times that I spent with you
But when I think of hate... I think of you
I guess it's times like these we really learn who to love
And what our friends' hearts truly consist of
But when I heard the black rose calling me
I decided finally it's time to be free
"You're so pathetic" I heard her voice saying to me
She said it was nothing but that's not what I believe
The feelings that swim through my veins talk to me
They say "It sees me."
I fall beneath
