Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

You said I love you,

I had loved you too.

But the roses wither

The violets fall

You gave me nothing;

I gave you it all.

The roses, they droop.

The violets, they fade.

You showed me your love

With a tarp and spade.

The roses are ash.

The violets are burning.

Way down in the earth

I’m restlessly turning.

Now the roses are dead,

The violets are dying.

Though I can’t escape,

I will not stop trying.

No roses now grow

On my lonesome grave.

Bringing you vengeance

Is all that I crave.

Roses are red,

The color of blood.

I’ll drag you with me

To this pit of mud.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

You brought me this fate.

Now I’ll seal yours too.