• Dead Roses

    You don't know what it looks like living in my head,
    and you don't know what it feels like being half dead

    and you can't imagine how dark it is to day put your make up and turn and face the crowed
    try and out scream the voice that just to loud.

    Someone is searching but they will never find you in here let them try.

    I can see my face in a rain storm my eyes are chaining colors my hair is filled with
    wind and dead roses falling from sort of heaven once alive.