paranoid
08-20-2004, 03:37 PM
I'm living in a rose garden
Where all the stems are bare,
The thorns are digging into me
Almost like they don't care,
I can't see the flowers bloom
They're already dead,
I wish I were not here right now
Somewhere else instead,
The sunlight will not shine on them
There is no water to drink,
All there is, is cold and darkness
There's no creative way to think,
All I see are dried up roses
Lying at my feet,
But somehow they're too good for me
That's all I can see.
I'm not crazy!
Where all the stems are bare,
The thorns are digging into me
Almost like they don't care,
I can't see the flowers bloom
They're already dead,
I wish I were not here right now
Somewhere else instead,
The sunlight will not shine on them
There is no water to drink,
All there is, is cold and darkness
There's no creative way to think,
All I see are dried up roses
Lying at my feet,
But somehow they're too good for me
That's all I can see.
I'm not crazy!