Days and days go by
Roses wither away, red to black
The petals which once represented something much more are now ashes
Destroyed but not by fire but by your own hand
Leaves fall off trees yet they live
What about this? What we had?
Is it alive or is it ashes?
The red roses represented our love and now they are black
An unforeseen coal mine now rest deep inside me
It sucks me in deeper and deeper
And as I try to pull away it collapses on me trapping me forever
Now like the roses I will be ashes
And all I had to represent for this was my heart
Now that slows to a sudden stop
And as my last breath is let out
All I hope for is for you to save me