To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Together standing alive, side by side, standing strong in a world of falling. They blame me for the glasses I look trough. Telling me I'm wrong and leave me questioning. I'm losing to them, but world listen carefully. I am no match, being worse than nicotine won't help you to pull trough.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I shouldn't let out emotions, but I can't hold them back anymore. For me it's a bit too much. Judge me and call me whatever they like. My hope they won't take a second time.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. You were all I worked for. My weird taste in my mouth I get, needing water to refresh. Just like that, I need you to refresh me. And you are the reason why I'm able to say : If I'm so wrong, I don't wanna be right.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. They don't notice my shattred heart. Within the beat I listen till I feel I may release meself. Your arms welcome me to heaven's portal while talking the sound of silence.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. The sun has set on me with her burning flames. I learned to live inside the darkness and returned to your light. Yet I feel like I don't belong here. Put me onto chains, so I can't escape.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I feel like I can't explain, that only my mind understands. So, be the painkiller I take against this headache I created by holding back the unhappiness. Suicide hugs me tight, makes me wonder why I lose everything.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. It only takes one, to make me wind up here again. Lovley, take my hands so I stop holding on so hard. I fight it out on the inside so I won't show weakness. Don't wanan bother you, dear child. I've lost control, ended up helpless. I
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. It's time I surrender to meself. The beginning is only just begun. There is no way out, built this walls too high. Make me dizzy and bite my heart. Strike trough my lonilness. It's not 'cause I'm on my own, I can't use some company.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Spend a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend anohter lifetime, searching for a new hope...
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A New Hope
PoetryTo your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone. Always reaching for a shame of what once used to be. Never expected that I would regret the time that passed these precious memories. Spend a lif...
