The blood red rose

With its bloody hue

Scared the daylights out of you

When they sat in the middle of the table that night

Where did they go

When they withered up dry?

Why did you leave me

Just to lay there and cry

Every rose reminds me of you

About everything we went through

Teaches me that love is a rose

It will wither and die too

You may have gotten over it

But I think of you like those little lies

You told me every night

The rose don’t make me sad

Because the red rose is you

Like a rose has thorns that hurt

You made me bleed

But your love hurt worse than a rose’s ñ