a dead rose in a living world
Blood O' so red and so warm
Why'd you have to leave me all alone?
a heart that use to be so full
Will soon only be stone.
someone who once cared to much
knowing id never care agian
tasted bitter sweet at first and only better in the end.
words of hate cloud my mind so
i hold my breath til dawn
just to get a glimps of the rising sun
O' trees with no leaves in the fall
tell me how do you get warm?
when standing out in the cold for so long
with no place to call a home
when the snow begins to fall do you feel anythhing at all?
they say youre living, as am i
but can you really feel anything at all?
....yeah neither can i.
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