Blood.
It\\\'s in me to live,
Not in me to give.
But now my blood is in you to live.
You took my blood.
You sick person.
You awful f..k
You sent me black roses when I was in the hospital dying.
And you through black roses on my coffin as they lowered me down.
Into my new h..l I go.
You sent me black roses when I was in the hospital dying.
And you through black roses on my coffin as they lowered me down.
Into my new he.. I go.
He will be, We will be, Waiting for you.
I must inform you now that,
\\\"H..l is quite pleasant except for the smell.\\\"
