A rose grows
By an unknown grave...
Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...
Look me in the eyes
Can you tell that I have been crying...
You see her, you know what she wears,
Lots of black and earrings, several pairs...
As the white snow laid upon the road
We talked about our dreams...
A perfect smile painted on his perfect little...
Little girl, you don't have to cry any more,
You don't have to waste any more tears...
Hear me cry
Hear me scream...
I wake up every morning to waste away a little...
Become that much closer to the sweet thing we call...
She sits in her room, staring at her knife,
Trying to figure out if it's the right thing to...
Here is a day,
just another day...
In his front yard crying
wondering if he's the one who caused it...