With a black rose, you prick my heart.
With your words you make bleed.
With everything you do I die a little more.
With everything you say, you steal my heart with greed.
The blood that drips forever more.
only brings more pain.
The knife youve left in my back,
feels like posion running through my vein.
The thorn that pricks my finger,
leaves bloody welts behind.
The vines that cut through me,
leave my heart entwined.
I'll never forget you.
Even though you made me die.
My heart will forever cry for you,
but that fact ill always deny.
