Red Roses


Darling dont you see?

The world doesn't want someone like me.


Each moment is a battle.

Each day a war.

These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.

For, the relief came when my pale skin tore.


But darling don't cry for me.

I'm still here today aren't I?

But open up your eyes and you will see,

Relief is telling me to say goodbye.


Because, who would pluck a daisy

In a field of red roses?

Believe me, nobody would do something so crazy.

So, with each breath I take, my door slowly closes.


But those roses are red,

And nobody can see,

Those roses are red from the blood they made shed.

And they have no clue what they're doing to me.


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