| walls closing in on me with nails of christianity my beliefs cause insecurity suicide is like a rose waiting to bloom again holding its beauty deep inside the sky is falling down on me like rain that only i can see my faith it cannot set me free suicide is like a rose waiting to bloom again trapped beneath its shell suicide is like a rose my future doomed straight to hell my life is crashing down on me the pain that only hate can bring nothing new means anything suicide is like a rose waiting to wilt, to die suicide is like a rose and i will be a rose tonight.... |