A dozen black roses

A dozen black roses
i give the ones i love, these roses, to say sorry for being born

i can't help I'm so tattered
and completely torn

maybe its all the times i took up for you
but didn't let you see

the face behind this mask
just the thing i pretend to be

so here's one for my mother
I'm sorry for being there

and I'm sorry for stopping you kill your self
or even pretending i care

oh, don't let my forget my best Friend
trust me i could walk in your shoes

HM. who else is on my list of horror
how about the pain, my step dad

thanks for making my life worse than it was
yeah i hate you just because

yeah for all my Friends, the ones who actually care
thanks for being there

yeah all the demons inside
why did i choose to hide

and lock you up
i should have let you run ramped and make a muck

last of all after there's only one dead black rose left
i give it to me

thanks for screwing every body else up
and blaming them

maybe thats why your all alone
and no one cares to call you up on the phone

truly its such a shame
how pitiful you turned out

you were supposed to make people proud
now you just wallow in self pity, you scream so loud

but only on the inside