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Take this down you might never find regrets of a worse kind These are not roses these are thoughts from friends And this is our goodbye and your story's end I'll grab myself a rose from up in front Limb from limb tear it apart This one means more than “she loves me not” And every other petal spells your gone, your gone Let each blink wipe the slate clean Tears make new marks it seems These are not roses These are thoughts from friends And I'm standing alone counting petals again I'll grab myself a rose from up in front (as we stand around your grave we know we'll always think of you) Limb from limb tear it apart (Quietly asking, “How could this have happened?”) This one means more than “she loves me not” (As we stand around your grave you know we'll always miss you) And every other petal spells your gone, your gone. (How could you take your life with you own hands?) disaster, oh (I can't believe it) disaster (I won't believe it) |