You are standing there with a bunch of roses in your hand One for each of the friends that you have. One is red, another is blue. You can tell that there is a grey one too.
You are such an open book
No one thought to turn the page
They Said It Was Priceless
Apparently They Never Got The Bill
Both of us will perish
And you will have lost everything we used to cherish
Isn't that a funny plot twist?
Who would have pegged you for a pretty little arsonist
Madness is the price we pay for brilliance
We live in a world where it doesn't matter how you feel, it only matters how you seem.