Roses are red.
My blood is the same.
Every single drop.
Flowing through my veins.
Roses are red.
Just like you said.
When you handed me a bouquet.
Filled with dread.
Roses are red.
Just like the sky.
On an evening night.
After we get high.
Roses are red.
Now you lay dead.
Overdosed.
In my bed.