i hold on to you
i hold on and i'm afraid to let go
but the more i hold on
the more my hands start to... start to...
drip blood
my blood
my hands are numbed
i'm holding on to the stem of the rose
a beautiful, beautiful rose
oh, how the thorns stab the palm of my hands
i love you
but... but why does it hurt so much?
why is holding on so much pain?
i know i will never be able to touch
the actual beauty of this rose
the untouchable peddles
oh, the unforgettable smell
i don't want to let you go
i cry and my tears are meaningless to you
