Breaking Rose

Could stop by and check out one of my practice

Who had just try to convinced my parents to take me to the wonderful world

If anyone could die, how about the lesson make rose being black again.

I'm going with broken heart
I'm home without purpose

Pulse vein dying to tied up, even worse when thorn thrust deep in the soul..

Cry is description a scream of many doubtful
Tear make it hurt which one of heartless

I intoxicate when the rose is break away. Nothing more to left to say. Silence is god to heartbroken dreams. Like cold blood dripping to the sea, watching the vulnerable sky and hoping the darkness never come.