Bed of Roses

What, its not a secret is it?
Might as well be pullen youre own god damn trigger!
Might as well die in that bed
Of roses you said
Would remind you of that dreaded
Night
Oh, that fight
Youll never forget it
She tried to get
The ambulance
They already have your name
Like some sort of fame
On that blank white paper
You used to write your love letters on
Ironic.
I know.
So just let go
Of that thing youve been clingen to
She got tired of you
And she was determined
To show what shes learned and
She\'d show him her love
With the shot of a gun