• Black Roses,
    Strung from the tear to my tears,
    The hurt or pain,
    Everyday I look back,
    On what you did to me,
    You struck me as kind,
    Your beauty was better,
    But you said mine was okay,
    Then one day, you struck my heart,
    By trying to blow me off,
    Like the wind and a leaf,
    One day the old had flown higher and above,
    And sunk low by turning life around and worse on me,
    Maybe you should feel the hurt,
    Of the one who felt betrayed,
    Maybe you should feel the pain of one,
    Who has been lied, pained,
    It's like putting gas on flames,
    I sink to the corner and wait,
    Still waiting, waiting.
    One day the roses will be pink and strung from my heart to you.