A drop of red
Down the stairs it goes
It tells you I'm dead
Awash the color of the rose

I wanted to be happy
But my life had other plans
Someone despised me
And murdered me with cold hands

You stood there as if froze
As the knife inside me
I was covered by the color of the rose
You didn't save me

I don't feel spiteful
You were full of fear
I don't feel hateful
But I wish you were here

You don't have to be afriad
For I am here
You don't have to be afriad
For I feel no fear