Posted by fomentality on August 02, 2004 at 12:39:29:
all my life,
i've been spoon-fed with platinum, coddled, and held by the hand--
just to find
that my future was carved, not in stone, but written in sand
with those others
vapid smiles, and promises, then right back out the door
until you came
and gave me so damn much more than
roses red, decapitated
stunning, sweet, but not far from death
no stem to hold onto--never even knew
what a thorn was until i met you
now i feel something that's real, and
though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
something to hold onto--never even knew
what love was until i met you
all my life,
i've been put on a pedestal, much like a porcelain doll--
just to find
none willing to pick up the pieces after the fall
with those others
kid-gloves passing me on like some cheap whore
until you came
and gave me so damn much more than
roses red, decapitated
stunning, sweet, but not far from death
no stem to hold onto--never even knew
what a thorn was until i met you
now i feel something that's real, and
though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
something to hold onto--never even knew
what love was until i met you
petals everywhere
on my bed
in my hair
and scattered all over my grave
all my life,
i've been spoon-fed with platinum, coddled, and held by the hand--
just to find
that my future was carved, not in stone, but written in sand
with those others
vapid smiles, and promises, then right back out the door
until you came
and gave me so damn much more than
roses red, decapitated
stunning, sweet, but not far from death
no stem to hold onto--never even knew
what a thorn was until i met you
now i feel something that's real, and
though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
something to hold onto--never even knew
what love was until i met you
all my life,
i've been put on a pedestal, much like a porcelain doll--
just to find
none willing to pick up the pieces after the fall
with those others
kid-gloves passing me on like some cheap whore
until you came
and gave me so damn much more than
roses red, decapitated
stunning, sweet, but not far from death
no stem to hold onto--never even knew
what a thorn was until i met you
now i feel something that's real, and
though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
something to hold onto--never even knew
what love was until i met you
petals everywhere--
on my bed
in my hair
and scattered all over my grave...
but a single rose red--
its thorn-covered stem
in my hands--
has the power to save me...
roses red, decapitated
stunning, sweet, but not far from death
no stem to hold onto--never even knew
what a thorn was until i met you
now i feel something that's real, and
though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
something to hold onto--never even knew
what love was until i met you