Among a rose garden it stands alone
A black rose all on its own
A bleeding heart among smiling faces
Its sorrow covered up with pink satin laces

Dressed to be perfect but not fitting the part
Using the razorblade; making its own special art
Bleeding to live and bleeding to die
Wrapped up in its pain with no more tears to cry
Slowly wilting, a petal falls
Down to its death it slowly crawls

Among a rose garden a single rose dies
Too tired to live and too tired to try
A bleeding heart with noone to tell
With noone to catch it when it fell.


 
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