simply fingering the memories
how dare i to subside
telling myself over again
the moments they have died
its going to be okay
repeating; its goinna be alright
shall i wake up to the day
everything is black and white?
so here i rest my tired head
and here shall i cry
here it shall be said
as my heart gives a sigh
cause the world will never know
how hard it is to breathe-
one by one, friend and foe
alike, tears shall be shed
because a rose is a rose
and anything as red.
