there is no shortcut to where i'm going you know this, there's only one way now and the pain is sure the taste of this reality is too real let me dream my childish dreams again in the wonderland i made to myself bu yet... "thank you for the roses" i might have drunk too much but this reality is too real and i need more wine i've got to run, otherwise death will catch me God give up from us we are sinners of the same sin "He's such a bastard..." let's laugh on Him, one again, and delight ourselves as the sinners we are "thank you for the roses" You gave me heroin without illusions and i guess it's not working like it should my mind is blank and after that you'll be so sorry but don't worry you will send me some flowers as you always used to do "life was better when you were not dead" thak you for the roses...