Cursed, your curse is sadness.
  1000 rose garden thorns,
  to sit here and watch you suffer.
  i can't bear to see another tear.
  if i had it all i would give you everything.
  i would cut out my eyes and give them to you.
  days on end 'til the end of days this feeling never leaves.
  you can crucify yourself until the blood runs out,
  or learn to choke on your imperfections.
  to dance in fire with no sense of fear.
  i wish things could be that simple
  and the suffering would be a memory of how things used to be.
  the scars there to remind you for the rest of your life.
  how many times have you choked on your words.
  hurting yourself just to feel something.
  i need to feel something.
  if i had my way,
  autumn would last forever.
  you're dying to be perfect.
  sharpening the blade.