"Red roses, turning into dust.
Loud noises, noises echoing in my mind.

They're telling me, telling me that You aint coming back no more.

Telling me, telling me that You are gone for good, gone for good...

When the day is Done, day is Done ill be sitting here by myself.

In My lonely room, lonely room
Thinking of you, of You.

Dead roses, hanging on your wall.
I gave them to You, hoping for your all.

But now theyre dead, Now theyre dead.
And noises are still echoing in My head, in My head...
mccgandy mccgandy
22-25, M
Aug 20, 2014