Black Rose, your thorns are cutting into me
For the last time
Black rose, I watched your petals wilt away
So wilt away
I couldn't bring you back to life
You were always where the sun could never go
I never wanted you to have to be alone
But I couldn't find a way to help you grow
Black Rose
~Trapt
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