The color rose you give doesn't really matter to me
But the black one is the lowest you see
The black rose is the rose you present to me
Why, how could you do it to me
This rose tells me that you aren't in love
Simply lust and all the above
Fine it's my turn to give you a rose
As my fist hits your face I bloody your nose
I hope you like this red, bloody rose
~iDeepToot
But the black one is the lowest you see
The black rose is the rose you present to me
Why, how could you do it to me
This rose tells me that you aren't in love
Simply lust and all the above
Fine it's my turn to give you a rose
As my fist hits your face I bloody your nose
I hope you like this red, bloody rose
~iDeepToot
