Out of the blood,
That has been shed.
You are alive,
When you should be dead.

At your funeral I leave a black rose on your casket,
You said you loved me but now you've left.
What am I suppose to do?
One final question but do I dare ask it?

Can I die and join you too?

I cry my crimson tears... the way you cry your drops of crystal....its normal for me ...like its normal for you....

Now i know what "i love you" means, one night your talkin to someone then all of a sudden theyre gone.....

Roses are black,
Roses are red,
People think I'm alive,
but I'm not I'm dead!

On your casket when you die,
a single black rose I will lie.

I had a friend named david he was every thing 2 me he will alwas be there but when the day he died i caryed. Cryed so much that my eyes almost came out. Jest wonted 2 say dont say things bad about your friend never kno when they will never come back.

Death is well understood,it's life that isn't

D – Deciding what is intended for me in this life
E – Eternal pain or the easy way out?
A – Accepted for an outcast; accepted I will never be
T – Too late to turn back now
H – Hell has come for me!!!!

If I died tomorrow. Would you weep over me the rest of Your life, as I weeped because of you the rest of Mine?