Smell the roses...

Wake up, and smell the roses... I mean nothing to you... and you know it... the thorns are broken... and they bleed like new lovers...

Dress down, and smell the roses... make my bag... full of choices... never seen greener... he leaves me...

Open the door, smell the roses... I see the garden... full of daisies and violets... still tumbling with the same stone... with the one we broke...

Good bye, and smell the roses... throw the glass vase... the streets are empty... you left me out... ... it's time to go away...

Oct. 23, 2012