Once you lay yourself
on bed of roses
I'll know that it is time to start
My heart is screaming as I rush
into your arms
I've heard it all before
But I don't mind telling me
the stories of your miseries
A drop of tear stream down
your cheek but you don't wipe
In open stories
you are wondering off around
And all your dreary dreams
are sporing out tonight
It's not your skins
You're made of
It's not your bones
You're made of
It's not your blood
You're made of
It's not your screwed up mind
You're made of
In open stories
you are wondering off around
And all your dreary dreams
are sporing out tonight
It's not your skins
You're made of
It's not your bones
You're made of
It's not your blood
You're made of
It's not your screwed up mind
You're made of