Watching you for so long
Writing all these terrible songs
Holding the big black rose
above my head, but no one knows
Waiting for you to come and say
I've been thinking about you all day
But my big black rose, that looms over my head
Makes me cower in fear instead
Jealousy fills
And awfuls words spill
Not meaning to say or do
but wanting to say that I love you
The big black rose, slowly decaying
Is in my heart, softly laying
On a bed of regret, fear, and woe
Not ever letting my true colors show
My rainbow of guilt, lovely shades of black
Grays and whites, filled with cracks
My big black rose, who turns a gallant red
Teases me and shrivels black instead
The dead rose petals
and the ugly stem of metal
My weakness fills me with doubt
The songs I should sing about
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