"Do you wanna be my friend?" Withered rose between cold fingers Again You are a mix of truth and lie Now I can see right into your eyes As they reflect mine So if this shall be the end I assume we met the worng time, my girl Though I couldnt understand Why you kept your heart away from me You must have your reason And with hands full of nothing I take my last stand I ignore all the words you said And what they meant Cause its not my fault if you dont grow up And with hands full of nothing... Now its too late to wake you up And with hands full of nothing... Now its too late to wake you up