Dead Roses

Red roses
Were once the way to this heart
Until all those prickly thorns began to smart
So, be on your way
Don't even begin to start with me

Dead roses
Are this girl's best friend
They don't disappoint anyone in the end
A heart not broken
Is a heart not on the mend
Don't you see?

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
It certainly gives one lots of time to ponder
Mostly about how abstinence is a drag
A pain in the ass

I would rather be alone and masturbate
Than dress up for another insufferable date
I find that in case of emergency
You should break the glass

Red roses
Were once the way to this heart
Now tired of being ripped and torn apart
So, be gone with all of you
Don't even begin to start with any of your shit

Dead roses
Are this girl's best friend
No surprises around every turn and bend
A heart not broken
Is a heart not on the mend
Now go suck it

This is my grand exit strategy
Just don't mistake it as an apology
If you take anything at all
You certainly won't get it from me

I'll be minding my own business in my room
Cutting the flowers before they bloom
You can be certain another red rose from any of you
Will spell your doom

Red roses
Were once the way to this heart
Until the bleeding became a stigmatic art
So, to hell with you
You bouquet of worthless dicks

Dead roses
Are this girl's best friend
They don't lie and they don't pretend
Numb is simply what I have become
To all of Life's thorny pricks