Take this rose and just as it's petals shrivel and fall each fallen petal is a piece of my heart but unfortunately unlike when the rose dies I won't. I will be left with nothing and remember that this is what you made me </3
If you could read my mind love, What a tale my thought could tell. Just like an old time movie, About a ghost in a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong, With chains upon my feet, You know that ghost is me. And I will never be set free, As long as I am a ghost that you can't see.