Slightly altered to my liking..
Roses are red...

I want to get out
I want to go home...

Beautiful silver
caressing my arms...

62 degrees outside in the storm
The rain is cool like my skin...

You call me selfish, I don't know why
You're selfish just the same...

Her open casket shown to the world
For all to see this beautiful girl...

I remain broken
You remain strong...

These tears
wont stop...

One stormy night
One lonely girl...

By now my breath shows my life
and my skin's gone more sickly pale...