White flowers turn red
In a vase of blood; dead
Don't cry child, don't cry
For flowers wilt and die
But pain will live in us
Until our bodies turn to dust
I'm dead now, I'm leaving
It' okay love, stop breathing
For on the other side we'll lie
As white flowers die
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
White flowers turn red
In a vase of blood; dead
Don't cry child, don't cry
For flowers wilt and die
But pain will live in us
Until our bodies turn to dust
I'm dead now, I'm leaving
It' okay love, stop breathing
For on the other side we'll lie
As white flowers die
