When I saw only dark,
you showed me the light
when I can only hear sadness,
you played me a melody
when I had no one around me
you came to me
but now that you're gone if feels like all the  roses you had left
are slowly dying
And I try everyday to keep them alive but they just won't stay
Soon enough all these roses would die and this field would be nothing more then a graveyard full of demons
I guess it's best that I give the roses that you've given me to someone else,
and hope that their graveyard
turns into a field of roses.