Ten Pints of My Boyfriend's Blood

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Monday, May 10, 2010

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Current mood: lonely>_>

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The roses are shining red, yet you cover them in black.
Their true scarlet color will never fully come back.
I watch you paint them the color of death and I'm concerned.
For I've been there and wish I could teach you what I've learned.

If you paint it black, it will slowly wilt away
If you hold it too close, it will never stay.
If you drop it in the ocean and it somehow makes its way back its yours to keep.
You're not understanding, I'll love you forever if you let me.

I cried in the rain hoping no one would see.
With a thousand dying roses surrounding me.
And with magic markers I painted them all red.
From this moment on you'll never forget.
As the storm clouds disappear and the depression fades away,
I seem to be looking at things in a whole new way.

If you paint it black, it will slowly wilt away.
If you hold it too close, it won't ever stay.
If you drop in the ocean and it somehow makes it way back its yours to keep.
You're not understanding; I'll love you forever if you'll let
me

if you throw me in the water then i end up in the sand.
this time when you leave i will never understand.
When you painted it black and I re-painted it red.
It didn't hide the fact that your roses are still dead.

If you paint it black, it will slowly wilt away.
If you hold it too close, it won't ever stay.
If you drop in the ocean and it somehow makes it way back its yours to keep.
You're not understanding; I'll love you forever if you'll let
me
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