Roses are red Violets are blue
I don't know if I can make it through
Because the roses are wilting the violets are dead
And nothing will silence the thoughts in my head
The sky isn't clear, the sun no longer shines
The blood in my veins is no longer mine
The days are long and as dark as the night
The thoughts in my head no longer happy and bright.
The tears stream down my face and off of my nose
as I cry in the places no one ever goes.
I want it to stop, I want it to end
I don't think I can go through this again.
I can't help but feel that I'd be better off dead
The roses have wilted the violets are dead.