• sunlight faces death
    others are from farther trenches of depth
    i love you so,
    why should you know?
    several broken pieces
    neither of them were answers of your cruel pleases
    hope you realized what you had done
    either way of chances can be the dawn
    i speak to you little whore
    you b*****d on my door
    red roses came dead
    that's what i told you, that's what i said
    you're a bullshit another day
    i'll seek again until they say......
    "red roses for the bullshit"