| Roses June 2, 2004 You took the roses, dead and gone, I gave. You took the sun and moon in which we made. You'll be the one to kill me in the end. All the promises you swore were true, You're full of lies in everything you do. You'll be the one who ruins me. Maybe after all you wil see As I start to cut away, and start to take my life. As I start to cut away, you got to promise me that you will be there to take away my knife. |