Roses Are DeadRoses are dead, violets won't bloom.
Thoughts swimming in my head, my eyes wonder are around the room.
A bottle of pain killers lie on the floor.
I take a few, I take some more
No,I don't dream in color unless its blood red.
mabye if I don't make a sound they will think that im dead
And if I never speak a word they can forget I exist.
I've been searching and scrambling but still can't find any happiness
I drown in my own own sorrow
******* pitty myself like theres no tomorrow
Stoppit! Get a grip!
I try and itry but I slip
So roses are dead, and violents wont bloom.
then I wake up another day, get out of bed and walk out of my room.