The path I took, to your heart, all it was was a path of thorns. 
The thorns, so thick, so high, 
they were all I could see, it was as if they had blinded me. 
Those thorns, so sharp, so cruel, 

they tore at me, so now all I do is bleed with pain. 
Those thorns picked me apart, they were so persistant. 
For a while I refused to give in, refused to give up. 
I wouldn't let myself see the truth of everything, 

I wouldn't allow myself to see the dark slowly engulfing me. 
I was naive and innocent, 
I thought there would be a garden of beautiful roses 
at the end of this path of thorns. 

In reality the path just kept on winding, 
and it kept on tearing me apart more and more...