Run through redolent fields of savage roses,
deaf to their fragrant lies
Enter the nocturnal vineyard,
bitter fruit silencing raging cries.
I'm Alice. Adventurous, but often lost and confused.
Although, at some times it
used to help my pains
Forgetting all the scars that
soaked into all my veins
Bittersweet memories. I miss you so
Come and see what it does to me
so much more than fantasy.
I have been told about longing
A feeling so old, it's dead
I must have been misled
So stay be my side. I'm sorry
I'm the rain tapping on my
own window, begging to let me in.