black roses in her hair,
black roses everywhere.
black roses on her dress,
black roses all over, what a mess.
black roses all over the world,
this strange little gothic girl.
but that one black rose in this vase,
this is the rose that will always stay.
this black rose will never die,
its pedals will always stay alive,
all because of my love for you,
it proves everything about what we've been through |