your roses full of thorns
you tore my bloody heart
that was once filled with desire
your roses scar me, it fucking hurts
your words scare the hell out of me
my world collapsed over your sweetness
my body collapsed, stumbled over my tears
these greatest fears have come to surface
but I drown �em now, with drugs
I run, I hide behind a hill
but will these powders cover me?
I tried to hide behind the crowd
but they�re not helping me over you
I keep attempting, and maybe I will
but maybe I won�t, get up again
I probably can�t, but if I can
I hope our friendship will still be truth.
now my bed�s filled with dead roses
and my black heart�s wrapped up tight
I can�t really remember so,
but I guess I must have died
thus, guess I paid the price of love
though I don�t have any money
think I�ll go down (instead), not above
where I�ve been, and �ll always be.
can�t remember where I came from
can�t remember who I really am
but I do know where I�m going now,
and where I�ll always stay.
today, I have gone all the way
can�t call to mind what I was trying to say
can�t call you up, �cause you hitch in
can I say you�re bitchin�?
can I call you insecure,
or how about Disease
well, you definitely ain�t the cure
to my precious disease.
so damn precious, it grabs me tight
is it planning to ever let go?
I don�t know, but I know,
if I don�t sleep tonight, at all,
I�m sure as hell going to the wall.
so can I call you murderer then,
or should I call you friend
�cause I assume that�s what you wanna be?
you know what, I think I�ll just call you Kathy.
what makes you think they know you now?