I once thought you were a white rose Beautiful petals stained red with blood And so I cared for you as I held you close Do you remember? It seems you do not Do you remember when you confessed to me your fears? Do you recall my wasted efforts as you bled your tears? Every day I wonder as I look at your image through a screen Your beauty is to me the most painful blessing As you walk away and leave no trace You take what you want and give no thanks You left me with nothing Not even myself And yet, you ungrateful thief I can't help but hope to see you again My beautiful rose, your thorns have grown I hate the fact that I love you so much You cut, you stab, you burn And I just can't quit, to you I hold on Every damn day it's the same story I wish you'd look back and told me you're sorry That you would finally lay down your sin And we melted on each other's skin That chance might be long gone But my feelings for you are set in stone For you I ...
The ramblings of a man trying to reach his North.