Black Roses wherever I go.
Black Roses, they always show.
Black Roses are ever so near.
Black Roses are ever so clear.
Black Roses, oh how they make me cringe.
Black Roses, sharper than a hypodermic syringe.
Black Roses, with such sharp thorns.
Black Roses, wilted petals they adorn.
Black Roses, a touch of scorn.
Black Roses, for me, they mourn.