| Two Dozen Dead Roses | ||||||||||||
| Waiting for that other day The one before, any way Locked behind Yet so near Scared to believe, relive Afraid of the hurt inside Terrified of the fear Roses are fine, but these tears last forever You knew that when you gave me mine Hidden from every thing good Living off the evil inside Must feel good to be ashamed I'll never know, never would play your game You knew that when you gave me mine Two dozen dead roses One at a time |
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