or sign in with e-mail
by Sage x3 Aug 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Roses are black my heart is broken there is no turning back form what you've spoken my blood is red your eyes were once blue and now she is dead all because of you the sky is gray the dirt is wet that day is the only day I wish to forget I know I am right and you are wrong I've lost my sight and can no longer hear this song the night is a painful black these hands are so dirty I ha a dream and can't get back but it is only 3:30 your hands are cold and the light reflects off this necklace, gold reminding me of my regrets Roses never used to be red they always were black until she lie there, dead there is no turning back...