The light blurs out any sensation you sense

Your clothes are stained, but you wait in suspense

The picture frame is tilted agains the wall

It never bothered me, for imperfetion is beauty after all

Roses and thorns have always mixed 

The thorns never are soft until the numbing of your heart begins to start

You start to lose your grasp within the world

Your fingers are scarred from trying to keep hold of what was old

Finally letting go, releasing your all

Falling is what happens but, your screams begin to go dull

You try to stop yourself from going in a dizzying faze

Only making it worse, you close your eyes seeing yourself in a haze

Colors are the only thing you see

Unfortunatly, it all can only happen to me