Bloody Black Rose
You gave me a black rose for my birthday
But only on the condition I told my fears
I sighed ever so slightly and took a seat
You listened silently, too silently as far as I was concerned
A couple of days later you died
The one person I was close to and trusted
Died because of my silly fears
The ones I had bottled up for so long
You hung yourself because of me
So I stand here over your grave
The black rose you had given me on my birthday in one hand
A bloody knief in the other
Blood flows down my wrist and over the rose
O place the bloody black rose on your grave
And hope you will never forget me
