Beauty of the Rose

I don't know which way to go from here
 I stick my hand through a liquid mirror
 And I wonder just what I've reached
 Is it my blood dripping or an hallucination?
 Guess it depends if I feel the pain
 I take the bottle just to never set it down again
 It's thrown into the ocean,
 You better believe there's a message in it.
 I've gotta get through to you somehow
 But if it lays on the ocean floor,
 Well then I failed again
 It just explodes itself in my mind
 And it's blinding me from what's right or wrong
 The beauty of the rose,
 It pulls my instinct to grab it
 The clenching of the stem
 I feel the thorns catching under my skin
 Yeah, well it's something just like this
 Pulling you in until it makes it's threat
 Then it's not easy to pass judgment
 Do me a favor,
 When I reach my hand out
 Won't you please just cut it off
 So I can understand a little more of the situation
 Taking me for all the left had
 I can't tell which is right or wrong
 What's black or white, which is left or right
 Could you tell me which is it supposed to be for me?
 I don't know which way to go from here
 I turn left and right and I'm still standing in the rear
 I can't tell which way the bloody situation runs
 I hear you talking but I can't understand a word
 No, I can't tell what the hell I'm supposed to do with this
 I hear you talking, but it's all full of bullshit!
 I take the bottle just to never set it down again
 I lay there wishing I was dead.