Having bad dreams lately,
Where you come back right to me
Your voice makes me snare
its horror, its fear, its hate.
Your mother told me i just wasnt 'her'
Now the memory makes me laugh , real hard
you threw a vase on the wall, never cleaned it
its rage, regret, its hate.
We died the moment you disappeared
as if you've never been before
We are now devoid of love, lover
Roses can't fix it anymore.
Na Na na- its way too broke, roses cant fix it anymore.
