Here I stand, no illusion
Nothing like your lucky charm
You hold. In confusion
A fire that won’t keep you
Warm and whole and
Safe form me, what I can be.
Sharp as the pain that
Holds you down, holds you now.
Blood roses
Dead end desire, lust is a liar.
Blood roses
Trademark of passion, we never imagine
The thorns
You hide from yourself now
Saying that you hide from me
You turn- I don’t know how
You can pretend that you can’t
See what has
Become of our story,
Who you are for me.
Sharp as the pain that
Holds you down, holds you now.
