Roses are dead.
The violets just die.
One selfish rotting devastating lie.
Ripped from my chest.
Blood on the floor.
A love in the sun is now no more.
The weed is growing thick.
Wrapped round my throat.
Bodies drowned in water, now afloat.
I feel so sick.
Your breath to my back.
Them 3 simple words, something you lack.
I need it now.
I crave your touch.
My screams of pain is becoming too much.
Slammed to the floor.
Tears with blood.
Why don't you love me, like I know you should.
Ignore my call.
Ignore it to fade.
Stare at the bed in once we laid.
Skin and flesh.
Torn apart.
You don't know what your doing to my fragile heart.
Forgive my smile.
Throw me in the pit.
Yeah, I'm starting to enjoy it here, ungrateful shit.
Rise me up now.
Into the air.
Slit your throat without no care.
Fall to the floor.
Down in your blood.
See if I care, down in your flood.
Because in the end...
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Locked in hell, for eternity with you...
