• God the Black Rose
    How the peddles fall piece by piece slowly
    not worried about the time passing by
    How the Black Rose loses it's color of shine
    The Red Fades to Black as for every cry
    Silence and Death it appears to be,
    The tears of clear turn to doom
    Red coming out of me feels so good
    No pain to what I've feared,
    Let me be depressed and take all them pills,
    I want my love to come back and change the Rose to Red
    But only time it has Red is when I bleed my pain and misery out
    I never take the chances I should
    I don't know why I should
    I guess cause I feel like that person deserves better
    Better than me who is depressed and ugh the tears
    coming give me a gun and blow me away
    So I will see death x3