Black Roses

Hold me tight while you still have the time.
I might disappear and lose my mind.
Your heart may explode when I tell you the truth,
That I am not really who I am to you.
I might seem true, I might seem real,
But just as all of that is there, there is no real appeal.

Embrace me in your arms, sweetly...
Brush your lips against mine, hushing me.
Tell me it will be alright.
At least, until tonight.
I hope to see you in my dreams,
Onto the bed, sweetly I collapse.

You hurt me with your words,
Your hands rough on my skin.
You said it would be my turn
To be the one who broke your heart.
I, grudgingly knew it wasn't true,
I knew it from the start.
I just hoped it wasn't true,
Because I felt I knew you.

But it's goodbye to all and good night to the ones who dream,
For all I am is all you don't want, all you don't need.
To touch my heart is to touch black roses,
Roses that have widdled into ashes over time.
Ashes give me a sense of rewind,
Back to the times in which I cried.

So, don't let me go and hold onto me tight.