DOZEN ROSES [bad luck]

Picture me with the dozen roses
hoping that I'll keep my life that i possess
but next i hit, crashing down on the floor
red and black, so dark was the color

bleeding by myself to death
trying to hold on to my limited breath
an hour I'm still there alive
i ask in confusion 'how did i survive?'

it's pretty weird what was going on
not knowing when it will end and everything is forever done
but i still stayed strong, even if i was bleeding
who knows what will happen, everything will be over without a warning

you come by and see me lying
too late to save me, i was dying
my death waited for you, on the exact time when you saw me
now you have regrets circling your mind, asking why it had to happen to me