What is my love but a black, black rose,
Does it still smell as sweet?
What is my fate but a black, black rose,
Does it still matter just as highly as yours?
What if you was to cut my precious black, black rose,
Will I still behold my beauty?
Or would i shrivel up and die as to what is planed to happen?
Would you nurture me back to the living?
Or would you prefer my black, black rose to non-existent...
But i gave you my blackest of black, black roses,
I gave it to you to hold, and to keep and to weld.
Does it still smell as sweet?
What is my fate but a black, black rose,
Does it still matter just as highly as yours?
What if you was to cut my precious black, black rose,
Will I still behold my beauty?
Or would i shrivel up and die as to what is planed to happen?
Would you nurture me back to the living?
Or would you prefer my black, black rose to non-existent...
But i gave you my blackest of black, black roses,
I gave it to you to hold, and to keep and to weld.
