sad angels faces, she puts on her lace and she bows her head to cry,
Clenching her fists, and biting her lips, She burns another rose.
Take this empty shell and make up what you will, Realise, Don't analyze,
Cut from the stem, Burn another rose, Me, your rose petal.
a Sad angels bliss as she kisses your lips, and she tells you goodbye.
happiness found in the black of the flower,I will not live a lie.
Her fingertips and then down to her hips, you kneel before your vow,so