I’ve has this dream before Dressed in black cloths Holding a blood red rose I look around and see A razor in an arm cutting Upwards as blood flows I can’t see a face to fit Just drops of blood falling Answered too late his calling And as I hold this rose The thorns cut into my hand I feel nothing but pain In his blood this kid will suffocate I feel as if I’m the one to blame I’ll full of guilt; I came too late I have this dream often Every time I see him cut I watch him bleed in horror And as I hold this rose The thorns cut into my hand As I place it on his chest In his blood he’ll suffocate In peace his body will rest If only I hadn’t answered too late This time I won’t arise My life’s been led by lies At my funeral no one cries And as I hold this rose The thorns cut into my hand As I place it on my chest In my blood I suffocate In peace I’ll never rest My mind realized too late This is a mistake It’s too late now I’ll miss my friends My family They’ll miss me more And as I hold this rose The thorns cut into my hand And he feels no pain In my blood he’ll suffocate I feel as if I’m the one too blame I’m full of guilt; full of regret wrote this last night