Roses are red.Roses are red.Violence is too.To help end the hate,What will you do?
The time you have.Before it is over,Cry for the loss.Smile for the joy,And laugh for the funny.Be Thankful for the memories,And forgiving for the mistakes.Understanding for the faults,And enjoy the time you have.For you do not have very much.
So did you?I loved you,I comforted you,I consoled you,I trusted you.You used me,You played me,You fooled me,You lied to me.I kept your secrets,I protected you,I helped you,I knew you.You told lies,You faked it,You didn't appreciate it,You acted.I disowned you,I forgot about you,I moved on,I continued my life.You cried,You never forgot,You stayed in the past,You paused.Did you really care?
The face i put on.I put on a fake smile for you to see,Because I hide what is bothering me.I would like to tell you,But I know what you will most likely do.I will say what troubles me,And explain to thee.'is that it?` you will say,In reply to my dismay.That is why I stay,Beyond the fray.So you cannot cause such pain,And so I can stay sane.And you wonder why,I hide from your eye.For when I am here,I have no fear.If I could tell,Then it would snow in hell.Sadly my hell,Is that I cannot tell.
Guilt is a predator.Guilt is a predator,And I am its prey.No matter where I go,It will find me.I cannot escape it,I cannot elude it.I cannot hide from it,I cannot stop it.That which was done in cold blood,It cannot be forgiven.I killed you without hesitation,Not physically but emotionally.Like an executioner`s blade,I ended your love.I did not regret it,I still don't.But I could have done it differently,I could have done it better.I know you won`t listen,But I`m sorry.I`m sorry,Can you forgive me?No,Of course you can`t.
The evil insideDid you know I fooled you?I didn't want to,But you insisted you get close.And when you got too close,You saw the evil inside me.Overflowing with hate,And Filled with dark intentions.I can hurt you,I really can.But I choose not to.I don't know why I don't,Is it because you are different?No that's not it,You are like everyone else.Is it because I like you?No that isn't it either,Because I hate you.It`s because you don't hate me back,Why is that?Do you like being betrayed?Fooled?Hurt?No,It isn't.It`s because you wanted to see the good inside,But you won`t find any.Because i know what i am,And you don`t.
These heavenly sounds.I sit alone in my chair,The people next to me are drowned out,The music brining me to my own world.The stings resonating like an angelic voice,The choir singing in perfect harmony.The pianist playing his heart out,Playing like it is his last show.Symbols clashing like lighting in the night sky,Then comes the wind instruments,Like a flock of beautiful song birds.Bewildered by this wonder I am hearing,All this sound assaulting my ears.Suddenly it ends in a glorious crescendo,Never has it been more silent in my life.The conductor takes the stage,As he bows the rest of the orchestra follows suit.Thunderous applause reverberates off the walls,Never have I heard anything as wondrous as this.
NostalgiaWalking through a barren field,I can see it clear as day.How we all fought for the same thing,For everything to be back to what it was.We all wish for it to be so,Yet it will never be again.As we mend our broken bodies and our broken hearts,We can only remember how things used to be.