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Budding Roses, hear my plea
Stop all signs of Misery
All my life is loss and wins
Separate me from my sins
You will always come and always go
Will you send a sign that I would know?
The sound of music plays and dies
Will you stop spreading all these lies?
You're stuck on killing
But, to kill me, are you willing?
Budding Roses, hear my pleas
All these dogs have dirty fleas
I'm afraid to lay down today
For I will get them, this I say
Budding Roses, hear my plea
The ribbon on my wrist is what you can't see
A solid stream of colored, thickened water
And with my next step, I will falter
I'm sick of this, so strike me down with leprosy
Budding Roses, Do you hear my plea?
Remove the ribbon and bleed me dry
For all we are is one big lie
Strike me down, so kill me now
And in my grave, I'm face down
So thank you roses, You have answered me
Now I lay dead, without misery
- by LittlePenguinRaver |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/27/2009 |
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- Title: Budding Roses
- Artist: LittlePenguinRaver
- Description: A sudden urge of insomnia, a black, leather book filled with blank, lined paper. No wonder the sudden urge to be artistic strikes at such early times of day.
- Date: 07/27/2009
- Tags: budding roses
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