When I was with you
I was alive
Red as a rose
But when you left
I withered away
Becoming a black rose
Filled with sorrow and regret
I once represented love and passion
Now I am the color of death and sorrow
I went from a beautiful red rose
To a ugly and wilted black one
I was alive
Red as a rose
But when you left
I withered away
Becoming a black rose
Filled with sorrow and regret
I once represented love and passion
Now I am the color of death and sorrow
I went from a beautiful red rose
To a ugly and wilted black one
