Your all to blame

Black roses tend to fall
when u need to end it all
red roses tend to bleed
when who you love is in need
blue roses tend to blow
when the heart stops to grow
and you realize you can't stand it anymore-
you just need to go
white roses tend to die
when you to start to cry
when things go wrong you wonder
why you ever wanted to try
All the roses will eventually appear
when happiness is nowhere near
when death is all that you fear
but the green roses that aren't real
will show you the way
that you truly feel
so far away drifting farther everyday
needing and wanting
not knowing what to say
why things are so messed up and being so gay
thinking this isn't how its suppose to be
stop trying to blame this mess on me
its not my fault
its all your stupid games
your all to blame