You told me to never give up hope, that life could always get better, i believed your simple lies, the only thing that could keep me alieve. when you decided that i wasnt worth your time, you let me go, and told me that i had a dark black soul. slowly and painfully i let go of this world, right before i took that deep plunge in order to die, you came back with a phone call and told me i was beautiful, but this time i knew better, you think its just a game, so here i leave you, a cold black rose, in the rain.
