Roses

With the sun on his back and the wind in his face
he bought me roses , after he hit me
after he lied to me he brought me roses.
It wasn't my birthday or any special day
It wasnt mothers day or valentines day
but still he brought me roses . Is it my fault I would say , In the pool of blood were I lay he brought me roses. All the times I ran , Never again I lied but behind my pain a smile He brought me roses.Lay them here they say , they look beautiful they say . On the casket were I now lay. After he hurt me after I died He brought me roses.