Black roses
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It's true
You reap what you sew
And all I have to show
Is a black rose garden
Everyone Morns the black roses
Beautyfuly dangerus looking
But deadly to the touch
These thorns cut
And they cut deep
I just have to weep
I sit here cut and bruised
Have I lost?
Can I replant these seeds and see
A new garden
A new me?
Everyone Morns the black roses
Beautyfuly dangerus looking
But deadly to the touch
These thorns cut
And they cut deep
I just have to weep
No more
I refuse to give in
I'm giving it my all
Soon those black petals will fall
I WILL stand tall
Everyone morns the black roses
No more
I'm replating
Putting down stronger deeper roots
And the black will turn to white
I have to weep
This time in happyness
No more
Black roses
Black roses
Black roses Fall
