Roses are red just like the blood that I've seen When i felt so bad and was so mean. My heart is gray with nothing to love until the day i fly above. Dreams are not fun and i hate the one I've become. The rain is cold just like me and it's a shame and a sight to see. I've token the tittle as some one you'd hate to know someone who hates to let go. But yet I'm the girl with out a soul. Roses are red one of the only colors in my life. Gray's the color i see at night. Days are slow and hot. Happy and free I'm not.
