Lucid Lee - Dead Roses (Alternate Ending) Songtexte
Lucid Lee Dead Roses (Alternate Ending)

Dead Roses (Alternate Ending)

Lucid Lee


Songtexte Dead Roses (Alternate Ending) - Lucid Lee




Dead roses
Dead roses
Dead roses
Everybody feels your pain in their scope of you
Everyone cries for the pretty roses but not the thorn in you
Down and tattered but not that that really mattered
Or matters cause I guess everything one day it shatters
Mercury to metal made us mad hatters
Please don't fall, fall my Alice
Please don't fault me for my malice
The will in me slowly turned to sicken me
Excuses are far too many
Communication for consolation it will not free me
But condemn me
It's not what I desired
Got lost in you
When you followed me
Now I'm exhausted, tired
Everybody feels your pain in their scope of you they say
Everyone cries for the pretty roses but not the thorn in you today
Down and tattered but not that that really mattered
Or matters cause I guess everything, everything one day it shatters
Is this the end you ask me
Is this the end I ask you
Is this the end
Is this the end
Really is our time up now?
Will we decay in the hows?
Before we know the knows?
Or reach the clouds?
If it's the end, I've been down this road endlessly
Ice-cold words formed from Oxygen
Chemically
Vocabulary has turned my liquid nitrogen
To chemistry
So I say this desperately waiting breathlessly
I guess it's the end of me
Everybody feels your pain, everybody feels your pain in their scope of you
Everybody cries for the pretty roses but not the thorn in you
Down and tattered but not that that really mattered
Or matters cause I guess, I guess everything, everything one day it shatters
Everybody feels your pain in their scope of you
Everybody cries for the pretty roses but not the thorn in you
Down and tattered but not that that really mattered
Or matters cause I guess, I guess everything one day it shatters
Dead roses
Dead roses
Dead roses
Everybody feels your pain, everybody feels your pain in their scope of you
Everyone cries for the pretty roses but not the thorn in you
Down and tattered but not that that really mattered
Or matters cause I guess everything, everything one day it shatters
I guess it shatters
These are my dead roses
As I'm walking through
As I'm walking down my path in my mind
Our memories
These are my dead roses



Autor(en): Makeda Beaton



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