• Everytime the rose dies,

    I always seem to cry,

    and although everytime you try to hide,

    I never seem to noticed why!


    My past is clouded and lost,

    and when I try to remember,

    all I see is a cold, snowy, bloody, December.

    I past I try to hide from the most!


    Everytime the rose dies,

    I always seem to cry,

    and although everytime you try to hide,

    I never seem to noticed why!


    Now I am torn apart,

    with these weird emotions of the heart,

    I want you so bad,

    but because of a promise, I am afraid,

    of making my friend sad!



    Everytime the rose dies,

    I always seem to cry,

    and although everytime you try to hide,

    I never seem to noticed why!


    When the rose blooms,

    a token of love and blood,

    a promise and a vow,

    a world where stars meet clouds!

    Is the time when my heart will be full!



    But everytime the rose dies,

    I always seem to cry,

    and although everytime you try to hide,

    I never seem to noticed why!