As The Rose Dies The Fake Rise
A blackened flower, a rose that lost its thorns,
Dead, its lost all its flaws, its kill joys,
Living, the blood trickled down my finger forlorn,
Is it cause i'll never be like those blue eyed boys?
The pretty ones that make you smile,
Make my hurt seem lesser, make it all worthwhile,
But I suppose you gotta get your kicks somehow,
Fuck me anyhow,
I'll never be good enough for you.
I replaced my muddy gardeners glove with empty bottles,
As unhealthy roots dug into our flower,
Tainted it and swallowing the life from our former bloom,
In my own fear, I let the love get devoured,
And the rain occasionally came,
But it was nothing without water,
As raindrops fall on a dead leaf,
I swear to you again, those lovers meant nothing to me.
You can claim it was some sort of improvement,
That they built over our rose with black bricks,
You can call it beautiful, its a great movement,
But to me that mall is fake and lacks natures touch,
As the passionate kiss is made on the conveyor belt
And the subtle love and small hints are no more then
Dollar bought tokens, I can see this is ending now,
Its killing me, as you're taking up with my enemies.
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You're so evil and I'm so good,
I'll make it up to you someday.
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