Dead Roses
The roses are dead
The roses are blue
The roses are sad
Call me a liar, you know it's true
The roses are withered
The roses are black
The roses they cry
Because you're not coming back
The roses sing sweetly
The roses sing low
The roses are dead
Why?
I think you know
The roses look at me
The roses look away
The roses try to speak
They don't know what to say
The roses are dead
The roses are blue
The roses won't grow
All because of you
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