When flame turns into a flicker
and the warmth of the light is thrust into darkness
loneliness gets mixed in the confusion of a mirage
how can love slip through my fingers 
when i hardly remember loosening my grip 
and all that i felt so sure of
became a bottomless well of uncertainties and doubt
if i had done...
i should have said..
maybe if i hadn`t of...
when the gist of it all is that i should have never fell
i should have never paused in my stride of life`s passage 
and stopped to smell your rose
and all its bloom and color had me dazed 
to later realize that what looked so beautiful and genuine 
turned out to be a silken dollar store fake
and all of the promises that spilled from your lips
slipped through the cracks of my broken heart
now all i have left is a crushed petal and a thorn in my soul
that drips tears in a melancholy wail
and extinguishes the flame 
and the light in my life...