Roses
Roses dead and wilted lie on your grave
Black pedals scattered across the dirt bed
Stems broken like your dreams
Dead at 17 doesn't seem real to me
But it was your time to leave
Soon it will be mine
Because I have cancer just like you did
Soon i'll be dead at 17
Black pedals scattered across the dirt bed
Stems broken like your dreams
Dead at 17 doesn't seem real to me
But it was your time to leave
Soon it will be mine
Because I have cancer just like you did
Soon i'll be dead at 17