You tore my heart, you ripped my flesh
The black rose is dead
Dead.
Why did you do this to me?
You took a searing dagger and stabbed my heart down the middle
It used to be so tender and gentle
Now it has turned to icy stone
I still love you with what remains of that heart
But why do you continue to murder me in cold blood?
I did my best, but I guess it wasn't good enough
The black rose is dead.
Dead.
Even though you did this to me, I continue to pray and hope the best for you
Through the never-ending pain, I forgive you
But nothing will ever be the same again
The sun will never shine again with the same warm, gentle glow
The trees will never whisper their secrets to my listening ears
The very air I breathe will never smell so refreshing and sweet without you
My life now carries an eternal scar, not seen, but felt
The black rose is dead
Dead.