Start with "the day I died."
Then spin a story without truth.
Tell them that you loved a Rose,
Her hair like molten stone,
Tell them all the ways she smiles,
Even when alone.
Tell them how you made her blush,
until her dying day.
Tell them how you rue the words,
that made her run away.
Tell them how you ripped her up,
With words made out of bone.
Tell them how you held her head back,
When you took the Tone.
How her lipstick smeared like died blood,
Her nose no longer straight,
How you blamed her for everything,
Her looks, her friends, her weight.
Tell them how you almost died,
when you saw her in that bed,
tell them how you lived on,
But Rose stayed dead.