I've Been meaning to type something to you..

Glance over your shoulder what once was no more..
so lonley you were this world was so painful..
never would you let your friends in to play..
in your garden so sweet and simple it'll stay..

Torns on the roses so delicate and sharp..
paying the piper in blood for your cuts..
drop by drop.. whats on the other side..
doesn't matter at all does it..
as long as its not here..

now you're free so it seems..
its all you ever wanted.. just remember..
your friends who watched from the fence..
we are truly sorry..

Sweet dreams yaofeng..