There will be no roses on my grave
No one to give me a headstone...
There she was, just lying there,
She had long, black, silky hair...
Life, it is within him
But death is all around...
Like a blade through butter
You sliced through my core with surgical...
"Stop it pleaase!"
She yells while getting beat...
These tired hands made of splinters
Keep tossing back the whiskey sours...
Dawn has come.
I watch the sky...
They learn how to kill
Against their own will...
Ready to die.
I pick up the knife...
Is their any one who can kill me
and curse me...
It pains me so,To say goodbye
To watch you lay,To watch you die...
A broken smile
a broken heart...