this beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-

son words as arrows fly, while distant

thoughts intrude like poetry, some

apprehension...and some regret.



why can't it be like it used to be?

why can't it be like it was?



here i am thinking about you- whenever

i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you.

And if i have to live my life without

you forever, i can close my eyes and

dream of you.



life can be so cruel- take away these

regrets



a shiny insect, just a plaything? have

you ever heard the butterfly cry?

would you sacrifice beauty for the

adrenaline? and would he hate you if he

died?



why can't it be like it used to be?

why can't it be like it was?



here i am thinking about you- whenever

i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you.

And if i have to live my life without

you forever, i can close my eyes and

dream of you