Dead Roses
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
Imma keep to myself, nobody else
Put them on the shelf and never take them down
Thorns on some roses that are thrown to me
Bones being broken for a masterpiece
Keep my mind focused on one thing
If I'm lonely, throughout my journey then so be it
Morticia Addams, cut the heads off of the roses
Thorns prick better cause they fit better poses
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
Keep my mind in check every night
Though I tend to overthink every action that I make
Memories turning to anxiety about a past life
Running from my thoughts, backstabbers on the front line
Maybe I could take a breather
To be honest, I could take a thousand breaths and my asthma would still be bumping
Where's my inhaler?
I need it
I'm short of breath, I'm feeling kinda woozy and dizzy
I think I'm gone this time
Write a thousand lines of poetry in my mind
Don't know who would read them, but I think that I'll be fine
Memorizing every single face till I'm dead
Hoping that I'll see them again, but I never do
Maybe we could rendezvous?
At some point, talking bout a better you
Sharing the things that we find
I don't wanna be left behind
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
Imma keep to myself, nobody else
Put them on the shelf and never take them down
Thorns on some roses that are thrown to me
Bones being broken for a masterpiece
Keep my mind focused on one thing
If I'm lonely, throughout my journey then so be it
Morticia Addams, cut the heads off of the roses
Thorns prick better cause they fit better poses
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
Keep my mind in check every night
Though I tend to overthink every action that I make
Memories turning to anxiety about a past life
Running from my thoughts, backstabbers on the front line
Maybe I could take a breather
To be honest, I could take a thousand breaths and my asthma would still be bumping
Where's my inhaler?
I need it
I'm short of breath, I'm feeling kinda woozy and dizzy
I think I'm gone this time
Write a thousand lines of poetry in my mind
Don't know who would read them, but I think that I'll be fine
Memorizing every single face till I'm dead
Hoping that I'll see them again, but I never do
Maybe we could rendezvous?
At some point, talking bout a better you
Sharing the things that we find
I don't wanna be left behind
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
What's the point of getting roses if they're all dead?
I could cry on the stage till I go red
All my friends go separate paths
Do I ask where they're headed?
No I don't look back
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Writer(s): Annik Wang
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