Roses and Razors
Let the scent of fresh tears fill the room,
with wisps of cigarette smoke hanging in the air...
Douse my heart's flaming desires with reality,
a reality that chokes me, strips off my clothes and leaves me bare for the world to see..
All my fears take turns to taunt me, play tag with my sanity, now it's gone for good... and I'm it now.
I take one more pill, down it with my own tears and wait...
I once was pretty, petty, naive and driven,
But now..the smoke won't be the only thing hanging in the air tonight.