Yellow Pettles

We sung these soft melodies
of times when we were happy
we hung these sweet protraits
to remind us of our fate

we hang ourselves from our thoughts
and tell ourselves it's our fault

wrapped in clothe, soaked in blood
fairytales weren't meant for us
the yellow roses take their place
take one my love, i left the thorns

self image, lost in love
my failure, was with you
as sweet as this may sound
i still hate you