The days begin and end in a cycle,
A cycle of love and life that does not touch me,
I sit here alone with laughter filling my ears
And they say it’s going to be alright

And the rose that touched my life,
Withers and decays beyond all recognition,
Until the one who changed me,
Transforms me once more

I become somebody else,
A guardian of my inner soul,
And they say that they love me,
Yet despise who I truly am

The days begin and end in a cycle,
A cycle of hate and death that finally consumes me,
I sit here alone with my innermost thoughts,
And the pain comes to a bitter end