Roses Are Dead
Never heard your voice again
And I don't understand what happened
With you
An emptiness consumes my heart
And I don't think that I can start living
Without you
But, I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Never looked in your eyes again
And I still don't understand what happened
With you
My confession was left unopened
And I don't know if I can exist
Without you
But, I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Silence, they say, is very deadly
Your rejection nearly killed me
I presume I'm supposed to be strong
Why won't you tell me why you did me so wrong?
I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
And I don't understand what happened
With you
An emptiness consumes my heart
And I don't think that I can start living
Without you
But, I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Never looked in your eyes again
And I still don't understand what happened
With you
My confession was left unopened
And I don't know if I can exist
Without you
But, I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Silence, they say, is very deadly
Your rejection nearly killed me
I presume I'm supposed to be strong
Why won't you tell me why you did me so wrong?
I've come to grips with what you put me through
So, I wrote a little poem for you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Your roses are dead
Violets are too
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Credits
Writer(s): Drew Wireman
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