Lyrics

This rose is dead.
Her story once was beauty
but told now, her withered pedels' prose
will leave the thorns still sticking in me

And so it ends
as sudden as it began.
And I know that life goes on beyond the loss
but that doesn't make it easy

I feel that all I really am today
is a shadow cast from yesterday
Cause I'm still clinging to the memory
Of what I was supposed to be

Breathing, bleeding, wanting, waiting
Justifying truth with lies
can bring you to the brink of your mind

I feel the breakdown coming back around
Another breakdown coming back around
Am I not better like I'm supposed to be?

But I'm alright
At least I am tonight
I feel at peace despite any real insite

I feel that all I really am today
is a shadow cast from yesterday
Cause I'm still clinging to the memory
Of what I was supposed to be

Breathing, bleeding, wanting, waiting
Justifying truth with lies
can bring you to the brink of your mind

I feel the breakdown coming back around
Another breakdown coming back around
Am I not better like I'm supposed to be?

Another breakdown.
Another breakdown.
I feel the breakdown.
But I won't breakdown.