Roses
Meg and Dia
Turn around there's those eyes again.
Turn around fake indifference and I.
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
A hundred bodies fill this room.
And all their faces overdone.
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold.
Roses, roses sold out.
Turn around reds and whites again.
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets. Why are some girls so naive?
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
A better view of your heart.
Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold.
Roses, roses sold out.
Sing it soft.
Make it slow.
Apples parachute
the boys back down.
Fill it up.
Overflow.
A new, improved modern way to feel.
I don't even know you.
You won't even know I'm gone.
Was it something I did wrong?
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Songs and poems by ME
Okay..let me get straight to the point...Im all emo and crap when it comes to anything that rhymmes. i love how poems and songs express love, pain, sorrow, and tears that you cried in the past. Please comment on if its good or bad.
You sent me out in the right field
Spilled my words and disguise
Were starting a rise
Now its so true I cant go on without you by my side
Every night we die
Hold my breath just to see your ghost
I hold it in my hand for you
Wont you scream my name
Spilled my words and disguise
Were starting a rise
Now its so true I cant go on without you by my side
Every night we die
Hold my breath just to see your ghost
I hold it in my hand for you
Wont you scream my name