Here i sit
alone and in the shadow\'s.
wondering why,
why you had to go.
holding my eyes shut
so i\'ll think its all a dream
but i\'ll keep waking up,
and find its not a dream,
its a true nightmare.
everything turns cold,
even before the touch.
White roses turn to red ones,
Red ones turn to black ones,
and the black ones,
their petals wilt and drift slowly
to the frozen ground.
it starts to rain,
no where is good to run and hide.
i try to hold back the tears,
but as i turn my head,
my eyes burn red.
so all i can do is let them come,
just sit here and ask you,
my heart wrenching question,
\"why cant you come back to us?\"
so i dont have to drown in everyone elses tears.
im dying from all the fears
you saved me from,
now all i can do is break down
from the devil\'s curse.
come back, come back,
even though your out of your misery.
but what about the rest of us?
the ones you left behind???
especially me,
who\'s wilted and dead...Agian,
a Black rose.
