Distance In Embrace Note On A Tear-off Pad
"Do you wanna be my friend?"
Withered rose between cold fingers, again
You are a mix of truth and lie
Now I can see right into your eyes, as they reflect mine
So if this shall be the end
I assume we met the wrong time, my girl
Though I couldn't understand
Why you kept your heart away from me, you must have your
reasons
And with hands full of nothing I take my last stand
I ignore all the words you said, and what they meant
Cause it's not my fault if you don't grow up
And with hands full of nothing... now it's to late to
wake you up
