i don't get it
how when the last petal falls
it's an instant recall
of the past.
i remember how it happened
all so fast
i had to wish
to make it last.

and even that was made with
false hope
while i was trying to cope
with the world
and how it was going to be.

looking back
i can see all the cracks in us
how it could never
have worked out
how you couldn't make me believe you
no matter how loud
your shouts.

i'm sorry i didn't see
it wasn't you
it was all me.
this time i've come to terms
with myself.
this time i've learned.
but it's too late
to stop the burn.

there's no cure
for the broken-hearted.
no prevention
it creeps up without warning
before it's started.
and when its over
what do you really have to show?
you've been made a fool
but there was no way
you could havw known.

afterwards
you look into the face
of the one who meant so much
you wonder how you could have felt
something so real
for someone so fake
you ask who were they to take me?

so cold to touch now
you make a solemn vow
with one last kiss
you trace the lines
he drew on your wrist.
make a wish
for the knife to slip
and take you away.

far away
fovever.
to be laid to rest.
all emotion to be squeezed
from your chest.

you've done all you can do
this seems so right
and finally you choose
to slip.

love michelle.