Just above the dying flowers
I found myself floating
with strange thoughts of dying
to leave behind those fragile
bits of my broken heart
and straight away I float to
Heaven with my pair of broken wings.

Hello, your warm hands touched
a little bit of my frozen skin
sending chills down my spine
cover up my bleeding wound
with just a touch of your warm hands....

Away, away with your glistening hope
every words you spoke
reminds me of the day
where I sold my soul to you
and in return you paid me pain
drenched in weary cuts of dozen stabs
I was hurt, I was hurt by you.

Just underneath the flying star
I sit here, waiting for another you
to come and pinch me harder.