The roses were red
The Roses were red,
this much was true
I lie here dead
all because of you
A pile of ash
is what I am
he got the cash
like I give a damn
The Roses were red
I once loved you
you and I are dead
what will you do?
A shot to your head
is what took you out
It's a shame you're dead
but I will never pout
The roses were red
stained with our blood
you and I are dead
it's soaking in the mud.
A shot rang out
on that fatal night
You were filled with doubt
until I ended our fight
Before you died
you took my gun
shot me in the side
in front of our son
The roses are red
stained with our blood
we'll always be dead
but I'll still have some fun
I'll watch you burn
I find that funny
You toss and turn
It will never be sunny
The roses were red
once upon a time
I shot you in the head
and dropped like a dime.
The roses are red
upon your grave
you see you're dead
and then you cave.
The Roses were red,
once upon a time
I lie here dead
I payed for my crime.
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