| The Crimson Rose |
| Under your nose a crimson rose from a bouquet, Part of the funeral pyre for the dead that day, From it you get the sweet scent of death. You try to get as much as you can with one deep breath. Go ahead and just sit there and cry, Soon you'll know that your tears will never dry, You think your world has came crashing to an end, And you know that you'll never love again. You go through the memories that your mind wears, All you can do is sit and wish that you were there, A moment passes and your world doesn't turn, How to live without love is what you must learn. Go ahead and just sit there and cry, Soon you'll know that your tears will never dry, You think your world has come crashing to an end, And you know that you will never love again. You scramble for a reason to be alive, When you come up with nothing tears fill your eyes, You have no friends and no kids that bear your name, And now your house is empty you've lost at life's game. Go ahead and just sit there and cry, Soon you'll know that your tears will never dry, You think your world has come crashing to an end, And you know that you'll never love again. Under you nose a crimson rose from a bouquet. |