Petals of suicide,
From a thorny red rose,
Doomed to touch me,
But nobody knows,
Of my constant sorrow,
My constant strife,
Petals of hate,
My everyday life.

Your face,
It haunts
My once pleasant dreams,
Now all I see
Is lost life and bloody screams.

Everyone hates me,
Doomed to die,
I sit by myself,
As I wonder why,
I should even give a care,
Why I won't wake,
From this tormenting nightmare,
That I never can break.

I guess it's just payback,
For all the times I've lied,
All the broken promises,
And everyone who's died.

Bring to me Salvation,
The one who's forsaken me,
Like petals of suicide,
I fall from the tree.

 
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