Roses are red
Here's something new
People are dying
And soon i will to
A tear down my cheek
Maine pain in my head
You win society
I'll soon be dead
A slit on my wrist
Two three then four
They're coming upstairs
So i lock the door
The door busts open
And they see I'm not breathing
My brother just stares
My moms chest is heaving
People are cruel
Calling us names
Why do we try
To fit on these frames
So roses are red
Here's something new
People are dying
Now I'm dead too...
