Refrain:

It'd be nice to turn back the time for any price.

I ain't need advice, it never happens twice.
I'll arise since I finally break the ice.
I ain't relize the size of all those $#&@in' lies.


1st verse.


I'm not a man who knows exacly what did he chose.
but I suppose there is a defect in my order pose.
I love the fact I gotta florist under nose.

Realy close. I can just stock up in a simple rose.
Keep on writting letters. Now It ain't even matters.
I find out I'am spending money to annoy the others.

All that fragrant flowers remind me the hours
when I was ready to devote all of my powers.
With conviction it's something that I can't ruin.

I gotta feeling that this desk is watching what I'm doing.
Damn. These words just flew in and secondly.
It's my killing Art Style, I made it single-handedly.

But apparently none of them was finished off.
Stringently, I gotta control my tender stuff.
Rose with poem, clear sooth, it's not a bluff.

Truly and honestly, I though that is enough.

2nd verse.


You can't get rid of sentences, forget these words
when you just own it.

And blow it by misunderstanding in the single moment.
Now every passing second seems to be a $#&@ing torment.
Eyeing the mirror, my reflection is the only opponent.

My main aim contain everything I can attain.
Another lane. She said: Hectic! You are insane!
You should visit a psychiatrist man. Brake the chain.

Mind is slain. There is a problem with your $#&@ing brain!
Growing pain's beyond endurance cuz I try so hard.
I remember every single letter written on this card.

Body control, broken spirit are torned apart.
No explaination for that.
Becouse I don't know even how to start.

Real art - Exacly, yes, indeed.
Just three minutes for excuse
is the only think I realy need.

I hope that one mistake as a weed is nothink
compering with that everything else what I did.


3rd verse.

It's half past nine, that is why these roses are dying.

Same inscription are still repeated rhyme by rhyme.
$#&@ you Hectic and just stop lying.
Fault was all mine.

I know how to waste my own $#&@in time.
Another line, what the hel havel I expected to gain?
I coudn't even imagine worst sacred crime.

In meantime I gotta think out what I wanna define.
There is no other way, I am gonna burn it one by one.
You don't get it? Fine! Now it's obvious I have to resign.

And I sign the last thing we both need to align.
Simple but not easy, pride is always taking advence.
That's why I hate asking for a second chance.

And no ofence, but poems were just a simple play.
Just stay, anyway I'm gonna yell what I had to say.
I am going back with thoughts to that terrible day.

cuz I still can not belive you treated me that way.