Flowers may wither,
wither kinda brown,
brown in winter,
winter w/ the breeze so calm.
Roses are red,
red like blood,
blood runs when I laid
laid my hands to the thorns so bad.
Flowers may wither,
wither kinda brown,
brown in winter,
winter w/ the breeze so calm.
Roses are red,
red like blood,
blood runs when I laid
laid my hands to the thorns so bad.
