Rose Thirteen

stand in place. you say that i'm a waste.
pretty fingers on my face i can't replace.
what i am and what i could be worth.
the more you love, the easier to hurt.
you and me and all that i could be
but i'm just your facsimile.

and i have got the key and i'll give you what you need.
anything you want, come and take it from me.
codependency. inner latency.
everything you need in my rose thirteen.

make a bitter face to rock and twirl the place.
where do we hide away from all this race?
of all the rest i still love you the best.
glad i got it off my chest, what i detest.
the more you say. therefore, you see
that i'm just your facsimile.

the more you adore my pent-up insured-
i want what i'm not sure that you are.
and what i am you've not the right to damn.
which goes for everything i am and all i can-
dream and see, but dream of only me.
and i'm just your facsimile.

and i have got the means to grant you anything.
any wish you have, it's all yours to receive.
hatred mastery. i'm a waste of me.
everything you need in my rose thirteen.