• I held one rose in my hand,
    as it glistened with dew,
    the blood leaked onto the stand,
    is this cut deep enough for you?

    I held my heart in my hand,
    as the beating began to slow,
    dreaming of some far away land,
    do you want me to go?

    I held a single hope in my hand,
    as I watched it grow,
    then stomped it into the sand,
    did you want me this low?

    I held one rose in my hand,
    as it glistened with dew,
    my blood drained onto the stand,
    Am I dead enough for you?

    ~Sin