• I watch the blood drip from my hands,
    Oh what have you done?
    My dear, sweet friend?
    Your thorns have cut me,
    Down so hard.
    I wish to strangle,
    All we have become.
    Oh what have I done?
    I try to touch you and I bleed.
    Try to understand...
    And I can not see.
    You leave me blind.
    And now...
    I'm the silly little wallflower.
    Sitting on a barbed wire fence.
    Because I'm so dumb.
    Why didn't I see it before?
    What have we become?