Roses dead and wilted lie on your grave
Black pedals scattered across the dirt bed
Stems broken like your dreams
Dead at 17 doesn't seem real to me
But it was your time to leave
Soon it will be mine
Because I have cancer just like you did
Soon i'll be dead at 17
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Roses dead and wilted lie on your grave
Black pedals scattered across the dirt bed
Stems broken like your dreams
Dead at 17 doesn't seem real to me
But it was your time to leave
Soon it will be mine
Because I have cancer just like you did
Soon i'll be dead at 17
