• Roses Are Red
    Vilolets Are Blue
    Sugar is Sweet
    And So Are You
    But
    The Roses Have Wilted
    The Violets Are Dead
    Your Heart will never beat
    and the villagers want off with your head.
    Hide your perfect face with a hood
    As You flee into the woods
    Forget about me
    Act as if you where before you meet me
    Your skin is white as marble
    and your touch is like ice
    Your heart may be like gold
    and you never grow old
    The world isnt ready for vampires
    Hope to have you back in the world be fore it expires
    May we be together again
    but sadly i think our time together has to end...