Red Laced Roses

Red laced roses on the patio
Breeze blowing through the farm
Depressed singers in the hospital
Is this our world, is this our world

Mama's crying cause I'm not coming home
They want me there forever
Dad sees me as his little girl
But I'm an adult, and I'm growing up

Futon mattress with no pillow
A cup of gin won't shoot me down
Maya's calling for the tenth time in a row
Let it go, it blows, let it go

Roses, stain to white
Black in color like a feather in the night
Bricks hitting the walls of steel
Take the bullet, count to three and call a strike

Numbers crunching on my bills to pay
Watch the debt fade away
Packing up to find a new home
Going solo, take the high road to the sun

Roses, stain to white
Black in color like a feather in the night
Bricks hitting the walls of steel
Take the bullet, count to three and call a strike

Roses, stain to white
Black in color like a feather in the night
Bricks hitting the walls of steel
Take the bullet, count to three and call a strike



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Writer(s): Platinum
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