Roses are dead
Violets turned grey
What they haven't said
They're trying to say
Words claw their throats
Their minds have decayed
The love they are needing
Is eating at them
It's approval their after
Wanna feel whole again
Their love burns as passion
Their body with scars
Feeling the need
To get hit by cars
Try to drown their sorrows
In music
And blades
So many have gone
As of today
