Just when one thinks life is smooth
the world comes crumbling down
Life's indeed a bed of roses
less petals,
more thorn
But with you,
life is better..
only not what u promised..
It's a sweet symphony
and occasional shots
wounding my heart...
It's the fashion of your thoughts..
that sometimes makes my world dark
Oh can't you see
now you're slowly killing me
I wish you could think
differently...
a little more like me
All that glitters is not really gold
I need you to know
I need you to see
that life's not either all fluffy
or all misery
But I wish you could see
now you're slowly killing me
I wish you could see
differently...
a little more like me
And now I have nothing more
to express, except if
you could learn what I mean
when I say...
I hope that you see
now you're slowly killing me
I wish you could feel
differently...
a little more like me.....
