Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you,
But the roses have wilted and the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty, you wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
Rain keeps on pouring, there no end in sight,
You're laying there frozen, so far from light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
But I can't be turned nor your actions undone.
The words that you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead"
