this beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-
son words as arrows fly, while distant
thoughts intrude like poetry, some
apprehensionand some regret

why can't it be like it used to be?
why can't it be like it was?

here i am thinking about you- whenever
i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you
And if i have to live my life without
you forever, i can close my eyes and
dream of you

life can be so cruel- take away these
regrets

a shiny insect, just a plaything? have
you ever heard the butterfly cry?
would you sacrifice beauty for the
adreneline? and would he hate you if he
died?

why can't it be like it used to be?
why can't it be like it was?

here i am thinking about you- whenever
i close my eyes i'm dreaming of you
And if i have to live my life without
you forever, i can close my eyes and
dream of you