as im laying here looking at this knife i sit here and wounder why life isnt so clear i have this rose but its not painted red i turn around and think of the good times but then i realise theres not many then i think back to the bad times and start to cry then i think to myself could i make this rose so pretty ? or should i sit and let it die should i color it or watch it fade away i pick up the knife knowing that this is worth it that im only living to cry i start to cut away the pain leting it all fade away with all the love and hate the rose is meant to be colored like i was meant to be cut only if someone knew when i looked so down i never gave hugs or kisses for i have nothing to love as the blood runs down this pretty rose watching my life fade away in every cut it all goes away i know i regret this but see its time for me to say my last goodbyes its time for me to move on my people are waiting for me for i am not alone heaven is for the lovers witch i do not belong hell is for the haters is all that i am i would never take another life because this isnt where they belong so i watch my dark god take me away into a place where only memmories can see the person who i am and the people that make me this way then all my fears and hate run down this pretty rose when it is alive and i am just the color that will soon fade away its ok lol coment plzz