Nursery Rhyme

Roses are red
blood is too
I wouldve done anything
to be with you

The roses are wilted
they are dying
they are dead
youll be the last to say
its all in my head

So take your damned roses
and your sweet lies too
what we had was perfect
but I was dying, you hadnt a clue

Roses are red
the blade is cold
my poor little soul
to the devil is sold

Roses are red
the wounds run deep
as I cut my wrists
I begin to weep

Roses are red
as they lay on my grave
you told me you loved me
two minutes too late.