When I first met you I wuz afraid to like you.
When I first liked you I wuz afraid to luv you.
When I first luved you I wuz afraid to lose you.
When I lost you I wuz afraid I might kill you.
When I killed you I wuz afraid I might be cry.
When I first felt sorry I wuz afraid I wuz crazy.
When I found out I wuz crazy I went to your grave.
I laid the black rose where you did lay.
I saw you come back out that night
but I keep that out of my mind.
From now on I just lie a black rose
every time you die in my mind.
When I first found out you were gone for good
and the roses where lost from my reach,
I realized I should let you sleep in peace.
So, I left one extra rose only red this time...
Red from my blood the day I got left behind. |
