Black Roses Bloom


People are fake and real love is pain; but I still believed in you.
Darkened clouds and poisoned rain, but would it make black roses bloom?
Happiness is fake and real love just hurts; but nothing hurts when I'm alone.
You lit up my heart with your flame and now you're suddenly gone.
Did it occur to you that I had been falling in those deep eyes? I got lost in that crooked grin and believed your innocent disguise.
Our love I thought was growing but now it is dead, so we both lie in the ground all alone instead.
You were fake and this love was pain; but god I still believe in you.
If poisoned rain falls on our grave, do you think black roses will bloom?

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